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W I S H B O N E

Submitted by Esker on Sat, 2014-11-15 18:56

manubrium
where the light catchs
in the spray of hair
like midnight
rushing in the wind

the snows arriving
sizzling on the hot
red tip
the press of the
rich gloss
on still youthful
lips
the promise of
midnight
glistening
cresting in a snarl
the cork paper
the brand name
the rose touch

coriander millage

the possessions
ghost lingers
like a liners wake
sleek and fast

trim lines
evocative power

shoulder blades
in shadow sculpt
where wings
of dreams
digress

exchanged for
the mortals kiss
and the snows
storms
hiss.....

Editing stage: 
Editing - rough draft

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Esker

Sat, 2014-11-15 19:07

Esker's picture

of all the black swans I've courted
the power card in the pack
of whites

the richness of winters cruel
bitterness
arrives and enlivens the slush
shine in the hurry
and line between poverty
and wealth
divisions of class
between oil painted cracked
plaster rivened with history
and the new high ceilings
of centrifuge old and money
of scandal

excitement all
from a fifty dollar plate
to a five dollar slice of
pizza

I walk on a tightrope
my feet on sides
that never meant to
meet
like dusk and dawn

and how the muses
derive me my vend
my wants
desires
and passion

decorum
and drive

no one rides
for free
even the pauper
gives his paper
heart
to the furnace
to smelt the
gold their
fierce hearts
want

....

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Esker

Mon, 2014-11-17 01:10

Esker's picture

line under the liner notation....inclusion..(if I ever edit which Im considering now)
centrifuge..drop the and...or a...to,,"Money. Scandle" it would improve the
cornering on reading...I know it would be like removing the butter on peanut
and jam....a rawness I like.....Rarrwhreness I like

the finger and wake line....canoed much and had an outboard motor with
fathers boat.....often we would cruise about the lake...the dark tannin lake
at dusk..everyone at their firepits or sitting on docks waving.....
we would trail our fingers like winters...gloves off racing down the hills on
fresh snow...just our fingertips trailing down the side of our race.....

fate...tea readers..tarot readers....the hands are important..touch
sensation feel
everyone has their nuances....their tells...

Maybe Im just developing an awareness towards these works
that I had not considered before..
suddenly it is important to hear the critiques
read them in others comments on their poems
and transpose them like an overlay to the
circuitry of mental build to improve the
gestalt of it!!!

blah blah.....

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