the Infinite Monkey speaks: how wisdom comes
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I wish I would have
I wish I could have listened
To every wisdom.– David Emeron
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Posts tagged ‘Poetry’
Nov 10
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death and I met
Death and I met at the drugstore on the corner I was
going in as he was coming out and blind in his hurry
he almost hit me head on but he missed and so
I nodded hello as was my habit and then he smiled a guilty
smile that I seemed to know and aloud I wondered if maybe
we’d met somewhere before and being a gentleman he slowed down and politely
answered no but I feel so certain that I’ve seen you somewhere I
insisted and he thought maybe we’ve known some of the same
people and that must be it I said then he smiled a funny
smile and said we’ll surely meet again someday so I certainly hoped
we would and then stepped into the door as he
made his way down the crowded sidewalk.
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♦
Oct 31
In the Shadows
I am this night’s shadows
rustling beneath the eaves,
stillness and silence, a sentinel,
I watch for you, for what I need.
Desire burns through these thin veins,
liquid memories of what I anticipate,
taste and touch cry out to me,
and aching with patience, I wait.
Then you come soft and languid,
living fleshed and curved and perfect.
My body ignites at the scent of you,
though no flush passes over pale skin,
ears pricked by your each falling footstep,
muscles tensed for the end to begin.
A deeper dark you ease your way into,
unthinking brush a tress back from your eyes,
and with no hesitation passing through,
blindly set your path, accept my lies.
Swiftly I descend into your capture,
hold you close with all my strength’s affect;
at last these verging senses reach their rapture,
and thrust their passion deep into your neck.
And now your thoughts, like skin, are tearing fast,
your terror beats, for me, a lovely tune;
I savor every note, for it won’t last,
the slowing rhythm of a life consumed.
Engorged, I slack and soften my embrace,
and gently pull my head back as I’m filled;
if I had love, I’d thank you for your gift,
though it’s hardly a flicker against this eternal chill.
♦
steadily skipping stones 