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this, then, is the night,

poetry’s
t’other
world(s)
you’re
in
without
movin’ /
thesaurusing
(first
poet
singing!)
.
juddarwin
.
lately,
postmodernising
.
prisms! / metaphors!
.
“thar she
seethes”

…and when you get in
(poetry, here, psy drama)
to inside the poem
.
.
that something special
you come across reading it
‘s the poem, you’re writing
.
.juddarwin

.
…present / soon, in, mind
not even realising
still reading / hearing
.
.
her words aligning
pics hues forms around narrates
talked to planned paces
.
.
how she’d dance her poem
to tale of, yet narr…

Here

a heart doesn’t break easily
but carelessness will do it
have you heard the sound it makes
it’s not pleasant but at least it’s quiet

i do not have to out and float to the ceiling
look down to see the truth

rest in peace, lauren

if you were touched by lauren please pass this through your groups

errol flynn; younger roger moore, when as
young ivanhoe; cite young susan hampshire
of the 60’s? tom jones movie: bring back
more nicer, less old movies, so elder
actors confess youth’s ete…

fear skin like glass
over real skin
easily shattered
and it cuts so deep

I want to perceive every touch
of you/yours reaching t’your writing
before and that, as, what makes each
word’s coming-out of the closet
and take its place on the paper
so exactly so to be re…

stringing words together
like daisy chains
to make sense of
what happened
and what didn’t

almost a love song
for almost a love
one that fell short
was over before it began
the promise was there
so were the hopes
but something
was never quite
just the right fit

wings are just feathers
held together
by hopes and dreams
and never feel quite real

To dim eyes
beauty shines bright
afire, aflame
too hot to handle
in everyday humdrum

“My stomach churned all shades of green
My mind replayed the whole sordid scene……”

…& i woke with my lap top open
sufficient eke the significance
as though not just not with my fly ope
just pressing MY BUBBLE to get to…
the balls of so to speak so to speak
counting 29…

“I love staring in your big blue eyes….But hate them when they’re black…”