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December 29, 2008
When I first read OPEN WINDOWS by ~hyperbolating, I took away so much from it and just could not stop reading it. There was so much beauty in its lines - with each new stanza being more lovely than its predecessor.
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Literature Text
evergreen sifts through open windows,
clear-aired and heady with the promise of mountains;
mixed with the slow drawl of clouds and carwheels
and light hitting the dashboard.
there’s string and air stretched taught over every precipice—
they vibrate with the mass of mountains.
and I am good at words and water,
stumble with brushes and bills—
my tongue loosed is fast and fire,
evades capture by a meandering mind.
mouths mouth “stay afloat,”
but often my arms fall fast to flailing.
but belly-up in sun, everything is
incandescent, iridescent—caught and carried in water—
a river of raindrops not yet forced into stagnancy.
clear-aired and heady with the promise of mountains;
mixed with the slow drawl of clouds and carwheels
and light hitting the dashboard.
and in this wood-grain scene of tree-tipped timber,
my fingers tap the measured breaths of my parents.
there’s string and air stretched taught over every precipice—
they vibrate with the mass of mountains.
each breath breathes—one, two—
the unpredictability of emotion and movement.
and I am good at words and water,
stumble with brushes and bills—
my tongue loosed is fast and fire,
evades capture by a meandering mind.
mouths mouth “stay afloat,”
but often my arms fall fast to flailing.
but belly-up in sun, everything is
incandescent, iridescent—caught and carried in water—
a river of raindrops not yet forced into stagnancy.
Literature
a window open
a window open
to breathe in love
the cricket's serenade
Literature
Manuscript
I have written us down, typed us up, and sent us out.
they will edit us, and say some parts are no good.
but I want your run-ons, your lack of punctuation; and you are so easy
on my weak binding, my damaged spine.
Literature
Who Cares About...?
WHO CARES ABOUT YOUR MISTRESS' EYES?
(A Rebuttal to Shakespeare's Sonnet CXXX)
Why should it matter in the least if her
Lips are coral red or pale pink?
If suntanned breasts are worrying you, sir,
You need your head examined, one would think.
And you honestly believe her cheeks and hair
Detract because they differ from the norm?
I doubt you'd find another who would care;
For as they are, they are indeed well-formed.
As to her breath and voice, I will concede
That reeks and rasps as adjectives fit well;
But Listerine will satisfy her need,
And huskiness in speech, a flaw? Do tell!
You love her, faults and all, or so you've said—
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Gorgeous.