Sunday Slurp

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Apples

In the partial shade of the old apple tree
in my backyard where, in autumn
the fruit are harvested for pies and sickly sweet
fizzy cidres, where hanging the bird house
homes chickadees in the spring
mossy roof under apple blossoms quivering
with life and rocking with the graceful motion
of young birds stretching their wings,
in which generations of birds and bees
have nested, picked up, left,
by all the green leaves which in fall
will end up stuck between rake tines
buried in compost bins, and dizzy heads may spin

we dream
warm summer breeze cutting the heat
off our lightly perspiring skin
resplendant is the juice
sticky dripping down your chin

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downtown hangs in the dark
a golden chain glittering
satin draped across
breasts like the night
on the city

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it was just faint electric flickers
up and down some cosmic spine
when suddenly your eyelids split
letting all the world spill in
and rats will wonder
from their perspex cage
who watches the watchers
what food is it they chase
none of us know what we have to expect
i think we live so we may see
the thing that happens next

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i sat down to write
and a poem came out
it spilled on the page
like a babbling brook
like a cigarette lighter
lighting a cigarette

30 stories up in your white walled room
window staring out across teh city
stirring and humming
nothing whispers "you are here"
but you are
and the silvered side of your eyes
shine brightly
step out! leave sad isolation!
take part in the weird molecular energy

the tongue clicks flicking
syllables alphabetic on the page
fricatives and affricates
you are a miracle
you are here

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breathe slowly outward
loosing soft stardust from your lips
spackle the black ceiling
with a shimmering kiss
cry sad tears and birth a moon
eyes open sun pouring a retina bloom

let water wash your figure
mountain ranges formed by cries
each convulsion splits new valleys
while lightning tickles 'tween your thighs
forests flow and cities grow
but in the darkest alley sighs
your trembling heart beats sweet and frail
and when you're done
inhale