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Is your mind an open book,
Can they look inside your head?
Do you only still show pages you want read?
What do you tell them when the Horror
Leaves you chilled and drenched in bed?
Are you still oppressed by dreams in Black and Red?
Have you found the man who’s shown you
How to overcome your dread-
Shown you how to pluck those pictures from your head?
perfection
possibility of perfection
up blind alleys
just across the street
around next corner
no luck in the draw
not flesh of good fortune
these are anemic
manifestations in grey scale
compared to inimitability
no mistakes
no guesses
perfection is just that
brilliant white
richest black
no shades of ashen wont
it's there! -- take it!
before it just disappears.
vcp
7 December 2010
delightful
she balanced her body's substance
of stardust and shadow
delicately
on bitter point of
that pin
in glimmered dance
breathtakingly
delightful
to a music universe
plays on and on
in perfect rhythms
her feet followed each
chord's phrase
as falling rain
caused concentric circles
to glow
as afterthoughts
she smiled for those
who could
see.
vcp
6 December 2010
73rd street
rasping cough explodes
from cold, $2.00 room.
Leon peers through
filth-clouded glass, across
snow winter-scape at sparkling,
snow covered everything--
fretful city sleeps.
watch how you walk
last chords of sermon on the mount
echo on playing field
no one paying attention
again
as fans leave the stadium
stubbing their toes on rusty rocks
cursing the world of matter
speaker shakes his head,
spits, and walks away
point is -- doesn't seem
to matter
what masters say to masses
gathered --
be it truth or no --
people need to stop
stubbing their toes.
vcp
5 December 2010
Hurrying to dress for work
I grabbed my gray t-shirt
lying on your vanity's plush chair
beside our bed,
put it on beneath my shirt
and scurried out the door
On my way way to work
in heavy traffic
faint aroma of gardenias
tickled at my senses
At work, at my desk
I wondered where
the perfume came from
and in the warehouse
I could not shake
the faint traces
of that sweetness
MASK
I hope that you will understand:
I have no need to win her heart-
I just have years of need to know,
Did she understand the part
Of me she saw so many years ago,
One April night, when time stood still?
She'd looked into an emptiness
That only you have filled…
terrible wish that all will be fine
screaming in a foggy night
without a sound heard
by any ear
but the one in your head
a kind of madness
that sound begets
hardly delicate --
klaxon's shriek of awareness
sounding doom on one note only
sounded first on first day
plays
long through years
'til last day
in human ears
loudest at the end --
then silent
over -- it's over
silence gathers
gladly
everything comes down
to a few moments
of time
in life
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