POETRY
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Bloor and young Concrete stoned and moving Under a summer sun Wondrous haze so fucking dazed Glass and exhaust Fibreglass traffic screaming Lights and crash As the hot shallow days Move to Dundas And the Southern crap on young. Remember being stoned there Walking the hazy exhausted strip Every step crawling out of the past…
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When time ceases And the day collapses The world is set ablaze With hail and molten worlds When the universe stops spinning And I am lost pining The quiver of your depth That tears at my soul To look in your eyes A smile broadens upon my lips I see a vision Against this depth…
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I’ve seen the flower she has been The full bloom under the summer sun I tore a small part of my soul To shade her beauty from the sun And wept for her not to grow old too soon When the storms came to the weather I took my bones to shelter her bloom Then…
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City lights glitter And reflect neon From winter’s covering Snow and ice are evidence Summer’s grown cold. The thought of yesterday Finds me missing you And nudges me to look up. I see you curled up Feline under warm blanket’s paradise Frosty haze lets me see Your sleep-driven smile And the memory of your womanly…
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This summer’s heat has rolled in On the waves of so many others On the very course U.V. rays Cut memories like that fiberglass rash Or as soft as falling petals Of daisies, roses, and apple blossoms Then the sun drifted down From the afternoon curtain of light The early afternoon sounds Of lawn mowers,…
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I think about how I see every day from words Twisted visions secrets of pain and broken truths Sometimes fine flowers drooping heavy of perverted torn art Pieces together a child that rants heavy black smoking words Hiding in the shame and humiliation in the annex that behooves Any calm day hides the thundering storms…
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At this moment paused Time slips back Of days darker laws With storms of rain Street-lit leafy waves Shutters through gut and soul The table of the present holds All things are young and old. When dreams come And below my veins Full of conflict Full of angst I cannot have a balance In my…
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I am much obliged The night before swims in your eyes And your perfume is leftover bilge So I prefer being extinct to you The morning suffers for you You walk all over it With tremored make-up Speaking from the rasp that you are You grate against all my sensitivity Still, I can’t help but…
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Secret or poem Perfect or otherwise To set me free From the bondage of my cage The everyday tears at me The same as success or failure In their import The ways I adjust The profits of my praying day. (2) I am so tired in so many ways I do not see the errors…
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Like angel wings Over our head Brush strokes sink Into the blue Fades as they move east We are madness running As if the full moon pours Through the dark of day Walking in full stance Dancing to the day’s cues Rhythm and moods Their shadows wane in the light While the moving clouds turn.…
nina gisele 7th 