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WAX TWILIGHT

NO VACANCY

blurry satellite idle
hot dry air on your naked legs
in the shadows your eyes
drift hot and tender
your anger sharp as a shiv

beneath our atrocity fields
flutter memories
like fresh crystalline snowfall
pure and cut right

boxes of black and whites
sepia in the drawn open
hideaway lights

toes on the radio knob
and a cigarette from
cinnamon lips

shift the crooked hip
never healing from the crash
the metal plates
and skin graphs

the motor sleeps
grumbling
water on chinese
wire cardboard take
out and pamphlets
food banks
and welfare start up

cheap saturation perfume
stress and sweat
a sweetness this old
wreck holds
like a moving room
full of sunlight
and faded hope

leaning behind the wheel
staring beyond the lights
of town
suffused soft and faded
drifts
upon drifts
melting on the safety
tint

we are options
on dealer titles
our lives flickering
like archive neon

we need a dream
wrapped in paper
milled like a hot
shower bar
to wash away
the filth

wash away the wings
wash away the
weariness

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we need a dream
wrapped in paper
milled like a hot
shower bar
to wash away
the filth

wash away the wings
wash away the
weariness

Sublime poetry... I absolutely love that ending its perfect... and as usual you give more stunning lines than I care to count...you are really in the zone with this poem...you took me there

love Jayne x

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

expressing my deep admiration for your work in any sort of lucid meaningful terms.

Perhaps by just expressing it.

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cheers,
Jess
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Beautiful reading Jess you should start selling your readings I would buy the CD.

cheers Jayne x

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

but though I've been known to tell the odd porkie that would be stretching it a bit, eh> [grins]

cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry

the twilight of the feathery love dance is a futile propitiation to fetish love abashed by constant sexuality

I just agree with others
this made me feel special
really special

Emina
Maybe it's better to stay completely within
as fire hides in metal
as water hides in rock.
Rumi

a needle etching titles
like a dream subduing ghost sighs
the spiral in its trance
the speaker throat
vibratto

carrion wisps arriving
in motorcar flurry
night flowing like a dark rich river
en ember burns
enamoured in bitter flavor
words parted
and falling out
each window
a destiny
blind ignorant
and waiting

this precious life
animated
as a sheet in
the hopeful winds
sometimes snatched
by the storms
and dashed in the
soil
clenched in the
cold that drums

but hope is the sunshine
and peace in each
strand weave
falling softly from a
steetlight
diffuse and demure
from moonlight

hope like an angels
hand
on the tears of the broken
hearted.....

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