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Apr072015

when you drew the curtains 

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when you drew the curtains

it was no surprise

—every few years your vertex

got to itching,

i understood better than most

—we twitchy twitched with the best of them

and pens quivered just as fast

 

you were swallowed

wronged

raw and pinkish skin

you hid so well as armored

 

bohemian basement

blood orange martini mellow

and screaming ricochet across skull

 

bashing into walls

you resurfaced

once

breach then back again

maelstrom-bound

seeking comfort

in chaos

 

and if i smoked cigarettes then

i could have taste it on your mouth

grim

with purple flaring halo aura

vibrating

Dali and porcelain mask

lights on dimly

under lounge soft-scarfed drapings

candles burning underground

living above Navajo face painter

traveling back and forth to Santa Fe

while two barreling Shepherds misbehaved

 

once again

but passing

fleeting

flicker, whisper, hush

 

now the world falls silent

 

and i wonder at the sound

 

- C.R. Cohen

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