When I pass through the veil and leave these eyes and ears behind
what message do I hope to send to the world?
I have something to say about tomatoes and corn,
a cup of earl gray and ginger cookies,
a magic waxing and waning.
I imagine the image of two smooth bodies moving across a dance floor
Someday you will see me scaling a mountain in a tutu
but broken people are heavy and her love was not strong enough to hold on.
Although he wanted to scream he has no air to breath
her eyes were sad, like a New York hipster
a shift in stellar position
the best and only means is to be found in a poet's heart
allow your dreams
the government has decided to give each person 167 words to use per day
there are two sides to every story
love is a kick in the face
ordinary everyday touch became as longed for as a first kiss
one day you tease with thoughts that will never leave
when your heart brings you to the darkened door
you keep me locked away from going deep
you were meant to be a host for happiness not a servant for your fears
your light and life shine, spreading cheese happiness
I am afraid of the dark
I wonder what the snake thinks?
such are the fruits of curiosity and reason
these fill the space between neural stars
as I rise from my grave I can see the last hues of the setting sun
beckoning me into the night
like a leathery envelope of the past
spoken like a poem breathing in and out
I need your voice
there is more to this but books close mid-story for a good reason.
I still open your book and end with paper cuts.
Compiled by Laura Smith and Daniel Gladden
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