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Morvium
poetry and art
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Locked
I wish I knew
the combination
of words to say
and things to do
to prove myself to you
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Unidentified
You show up briefly
three blips on radar
a solitary metallic ping
and then disappear again.
We're frantic with math
and telemetry
backup data
recordings.
The only evidence we're left with
are three winks of a little green light
and your echo.
Palmistry
If palmistry were truth,
fate would be etched in flesh.
If palmistry were truth,
our fingers would be omens.
If it were truth,
when we held hands,
we pressed our futures together.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Masochist
Sometimes,
when I think
of you, I want
to rip open my chest
and let the sun
burn out my heart.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Minefield
Friday, May 22, 2009
Lines
when the call is lost
the wires cut
when I get disconnected
will the dial tone keep my pulse
Operator
Your voice comes out of darkness
whispered secrets
modulated.
I’m wrapped around and upside-down
hanging on every word.
Push
I don't want to talk about it,
because I don't want to think about it.
I don't want to deal with it.
I don't want to look at it.
I can't have that elephant
pushed back through my aortic valve
into my left ventricle.
It doesn't fit in there,
it's too fragile.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Tabula Rasa
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Locked
Unidentified
Palmistry
Masochist
Minefield
Lines
Operator
Push
Tabula Rasa