as bones dry tears irrigate landscapes blushed cheeks, running creeks of mascara blues dark shadows oversee graveyards of feelings and epitaphs of irony form words on stone monuments to the dead fantasies of forever intended “i do’s” i walk through this silent storm during partially moonlit nights and think of you, and you and you […]
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Up and up To the higher levels Where they have resorted To eating dust and roots For living Up and up To those places we once Adored and absorbed Wanting to be like them Now we see them huddled Pitifully, just people While the world is quiet Far below us. More at http://jddehart.blogspot.com. The post…
from “Close to Yoiu.” Arrangements: Nelson Riddle. Song by Tom Adair and Matt Dennis (1940). Related Stories Alfred Newman’s “Street Scene” Go to Source Author: The Best American Poetry
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Knowing you I feel only that the stubble on my chin will keep growing like those endless subaltern dreams. Wishes are, are not dreams. The child next door grins with his dirty face. Smudges. Let my stubble grow into a beard of delight, passions. A beard that measures time in between tiny fingers. A beard…
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