July begins like the first time: 2005 by Cristy M.1
Empty mailboxes
exotic street signs
and lumber landscapes
beat off to barking dogs.
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2
They're beating
on the Moog
so hard that
this brain's
begun to syntesize.
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3
Kimonos costume
ice-figure men
chainsawed into being
fireworks in seadragons
dance across the sky.
A Japanese snow festival.
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4
This romantic notion
is eating lomein
with chopsticks
from the box.
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5
Broken umbrellas
parachuting
an overlong walk
to the car.
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6
She smells like
her skin is
walking without bones.
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7
My phonebook friends
are picking fights
with the ones cyber.
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8
Decode these words for
structures erect
of monument vernacular
any syllabic regularities.
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9
Your highschool passage
a coming of age in a
most platonic ethic way.
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10
Conversation topics
ensnare cherry blossom
symbol ideaology
and pretentious coffee orders.
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11
Navigating backroads with a
broken compass reading
Spanish-tongue directions
off the grid and on the map.
Is Jennie's new apartment.
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12
Standing outside with a latte,
realized that I was in
tornado without the company
of Bill Paxton and a leater belt.
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13
Continued pixel fascinations.
If not one boy, then another.
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14
Nocturnal lovebites
against the glow of
electric lightning
from the south that
window-dresses the sky
in bright blue fog drapes
and are quick to disappear.
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15
I wonder if I've
ever seen a mockingbird
everyday hopping
on the mulch, in pint-sized
winged browning
that aren't so much
for talking but
for making fun of me.
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16
Long stems.
He is all long stems
and extended tree trunk,
falling off his chair
when the slightest
crush in swooning
to her moxie breeze.
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17
Pirates in one-eye patches
looting car steroes
when the squall storm hits
because everyone is buy
watching noon news on TV.
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18
The thickness makes impenetrable
horizons past the shoreline
where the buildings overlapping
rise with rectangular severity
now blurred like smokestacks.
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19
A plot laid out like Ed Wood
singing a cheery lovesong,
Gene Kelly painting a
soliloquy. This is what
our watching a zombie
movie would be.
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20
Under hoodie undercover
in espionage sunglasses
for the dimness of the light.
They hide behind the bushes
so the rain won't see them
and they could covert jogging
to the car.
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21
Reiterate the sentiment
with multiple syllables,
please, so I know that
we are talking.
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22
Phased by the gloriousness
of your ineffect to leave.
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23
Geometrically speaking, our
match is painted golden ratios
and origin in question.
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24
I is eavesdropping, wholly
disinterested in the
nothing that she's enraptured.
Stories of waiting and
starting stalled-our cars.
Two shots and 911s.
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25
We haven't been carnal
for the sake of
watching TV.
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26
Thoughts collect in
puddles on the
curb of where the
hedge and sidewalk
meet to become infested.
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27
Peas in pods
under my
mattress bed
keep me
dreaming that
I remember
in the morningtime.
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28
The concept of Christianity:
a dead pappy moved a shooting
gun, physics in relative of
speaking, ghosts of Jesus spark
reaffirming interest in his life.
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29
Bus lines, bees detectives
secretion of the Queen
who lives at the Metro station.
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30
The reportage gets all
his numbers jumbled up
and misspells all the naming.
12/10/2006 Posted on 12/10/2006 Copyright © 2024 Cristy M.
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