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Rated: 18+ · Book · Spiritual · #1149750
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#1047691 added December 10, 2023 at 4:38pm
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exercise
anxiety

sight  fleeting love
sound  crashing heart
smell  powdery perfume
taste  cherry lipstick
touch  goosebumps when we first touched

anxiety
trembles leaves in dappled maples
  shakes
      autumn
branches
rot leaves mulch
under
pine
sleet wets my chilled lips
peels bark
on my childhood tree


15 words
specific place
linking words

shed
backyard butterflies burst like explosions
bread for our conversation
by the bench by the shed
beneath the pine
slender roots grinning

mulberry
by the bush butterflies burst
bread for our conversation
on the bend by the shed
beneath towering pine
grinning shade on slender roots

carport
in the carport they wheeled
spun around in divergent paths
away and toward us
as we smiled at bursts
invisible motion like wind contained

garden
rutabagas clumped in soil spread
tethered in soft spaces
digging holes deep dark
greet the aphids and worms
grin when pulled skyward

Paris
Explosions heard invisible
bursts send bells clang
clunk a clutter of trash
swept like butterflies cartwheeling
through slender whispered conversation

Bakery
slender sagged sough saddened
on sheets shoved in stoves ovens
rags swiped counters tears
explosions of yeast emerge mighty
bread

Ignorant dynamite

there were bells in the explosions
who detonated that beautiful dynamite?
You did, you fool
But I didn't intend to hurt anyone
Then youre as ignorant as you look
I'm the cover of a book and different, don't behave like you
then there is no hope for you
my head blew, gun powder grit lined my molars


Attic
in the attic of life,
a cave
an echo, echoes echoing
off an aging structure
blown in insulation hides asbestos
hides the cancer of memories
spelunking above a two bedroom home
below the roof I helped him replace
when I was twelve
shingles hinge to my brain,
tear, spin, nails loose
walked from the apple tree
the winter snow drifted to its low braches
and i dove and dove and dove
and froze from snow melt
an ice boy who thawed by the tv
with chicken noodle soup
hot chocolate.

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