Poetry: May 28, 2004

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my love is scarlet
her poems once fell at my feet
like top heavy leaves
over moistened by dew
now 
they have become the waters 
that bathe my soul
in mist 
even though 
I'm already drowning 
my skin was bruised
though now
its browning

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sometimes 
when I get stuck 
for a rhyme
I cheat 
I stop writing 
with my right hand
and start writing
with my two feet
one foot holds down 
the page
to keep it from
moving
out of range
while 
the other foot
scribbles furiously
leaving footprints
to stamp out 
the raging flames

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I once read a chapter
in the book of eyes
and which page did not stare
winked 
there was a page 
which foretold 
my entire life
but on that page 
I blinked

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