Crashintome
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More than an ankle,
A poet sees the truth behind the stilettos
and breathes in the frost-bitten air
that whispers away from our ears
When your friend is bleeding
mention to him his favorite song, saltily
and remember the spotlight that feels your neck hairs
when the ambulance arrives
Write for someone, like I write for your mom
Spell her name, read her name, feel her name
feel your fingertips as though hers were conversing
with the words that you couldn't speak
There are drops that fall from these gutters
and mix with oil to rainbows
where the rocks lead streams to the cracks
and as moving mouths, sing songs only you can hear
Suck in the air, and open your ears
"cuz they may leave quicker than they appear
but they're for you to capture
There will be lipstick left on your collar
to remember, when your feet are wettest and cold
on nights like tonight
when that face in your head no longer stares back
and its only a pen and endless white
spiraled together as if order took place here
when there was light, only light
...and her missing face
Sweetest, sweetest face
Go alone
There are days of snow tracks behind the garage
that always creep in the dark of the footsteps
you've walked in, here in the belly that rumbles
moans of spokenlife
Turntables, violins, guitars, and saxaphones
Make your head sway
and when you play them, sing the notes I sing
to match the chords that guilt the rhythms
to carry from 'Gansett to Blackstone
a little Marley and rattling Carter Beauford
with a touching hi-hat
Fit for jazz clubs
but meant to be heard with a beer in summer
while a princess paints her toes
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Gift Box for Anthony
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