I began to, writing.
Began to scratch out
what was not "believable-"
imagining your hands
not just distance.
I am extracting
the you from within teeth.
The 7 foot tall words
managing to disappear
behind bushes,
falling between my skin.
I no longer see
but cracks-
am the spaces between
dots
asking you to join me
there. (ultimately disengaged
from what was old image,
joined the ranks of
bulletin board makers
tacking upon images-
your scent from between silences.)
Regrettably still fantasizing
of the satellite you-
the mereness of being hidden.
beginning to walk ahead-
explaining the purpose of visual,
touching that which already is. . .
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Hello. Do I know you? Seems unlikely. Your name seems familiar; anyway, you're friend-of-friends, so maybe that's familiar enough?
"the you from within teeth" (I think teeth are a fantastic way to wrench the gut of the reader)
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'd place this in the Obfuscated Personal Poem category -- and I consider that an excellent thing, most of the time.
Anyway: hi. I subscribed.
this is fucking COOL!
i agree with willie. i know willie.
i subscribed too...
Willie, hi! Pleasure "meeting" you.
Alex, all I have to say to you is. . .PROTOCOL! (Actually, relay that to Jess.)
Beer and poetry tomorrow night, yes?
Don't offer excuses. This will help if you are a busy LPN working towards going from LPN to RN. Lincoln Ne Certified Nursing Assistant Training A. She learned the value of good care growing up caring for the sick, and the aged, so its a strong issue for her.
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