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December 19 All that is solid melts into airAll that is solid melts into air All that you treasure and measure as dear: Accumulations of emotions; of pleasure and fear.December 13 poemIf you follow me to the edge of the river
don't complain about your satin slippers
stained by green moss and stagnat waters
so if you follow, follow me far guided by oak trees and glimmering stars
to take these hoar leaves under your pillow-oh come as we drown Ophelia by the willows and drink from this oh heavy garments brave, to lead mad lovers unto thier muddy graves and fear not the endless sleep of winter
love is longer in the slums of slumber
but you grasp in this dream a brick to stay stable but we are broken boughs and sleepy ovid fables dreaming in the wake of silent poetry too shy to share a thread of human fragility. November 29 poesiand when dawn comes
meet by the bedroom stairs to thread golden locks into my black hair cassopia is my sisterLilly,
I found you alseep in the dandilion fields,
and you cursed me for waking you,
But the sky was getting dark
And I wanted you to hold my hand home.
But you said you'd never go.
So i walked through the fields alone.
And as I thrashed through thick stalks of grass,
Ever so often i'd turn to look at you,
In hopes that you were following me.
But you just sat there.
The other day on a picnic table that summer,
you said Cassiopia was your sister,
that one day she'll die,
and you'd take her place in the sky
like a tossed head in a field of dandilions
Lilly,
When I left you at the field,
You never came home that night,
and mother was so afright.
I stayed up by my window,
and I thought I saw you in the rain,
under an umbrella heading towards the train station.
And I was too afraid to follow you,
even as a star towards a dark sky,
so i called out to you
and saw your cold face under the tilt of your umbrella
with your finger clasped to your lips.
You weren't one to complain when your peticoat got wet in the rain.
And before i could call out, "come home lilly"
you fled.
Lilly,
I found you asleep in the dandilion field that evening,
And before I woke you i saw
a small stream on your porcealine cheeck,
and I wounder what dreams could make you so sad.
And i thought of the day standing in your bedroom,
You scolded at me for reading the poems under your bed,
and made me promise to never utter them aloud.
And though i didnt understand why, i never did.
And as you slept I saw those sad words in your still face
and I was so afraid of losing you
even as a star, its too cold out in space for you lilly
so i woke you up but you wanted to dream forever
and i was afraid i was losing you
but you wanted to dream forever Lilly,
afloat by your bed
empty words from loose sheets of paper
i read your poems in my head
and wonder if cassopia was dead yet
November 24 My lady lass of libertineMy lady lass of libertine
Rides on the sea of vaselined
Buttocks and bedrocks
Against waves of soiled sheets
Oh my lady little speaks
Wipes the wrinkles from her eyes
That sprung up as quiet surprise
From bed ridden midnight rides
And oh the sailors know her well
From corner streets with oyster shells
And a sinus air that soon would damp
By the lighting of the lamps
And under the pillows of her eyes
A silken string of teardrop thread
Gentle treads on sullied cheeks
To wash the kisses from brittle beaks
Of ravenous men with eager leaks
Oh my lady little speaks
On seaside nights when sailors sleep
With no one knocking on the door
My lady drifts into a dream
That she is riding on a stream
As Captain of a paper ship
Sailing on the tides of heaving hips
Into a velvet diamonded sky
With a smiling moon all twinkle eye
Welcoming our lady fair
With brave breast and golden hair
And lips glossed with Vaseline.
Oh my lady lass of libertine
Sailing on a midnight stream
And moonlight smiling diamonded skies
With soundless teardrops from sleeping eyes. |
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