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keeping secrets
by Kelly Jensenthe gradual moment elongates
wisps of cigarette smoke
in the empty evening
your tongue wrapped around a clove
winter sips at the epidermis,
knees locked
we like it more when it spreads the rumor
the essence critical & shallow
scatter-spread inconceivable, stunning
we lace the stars up by hand.
chantilly needle suffocated by machine
we're night murderers
body snatchers who steal the corpses
before the assaulting sun
hollowing out the echo of crickets
weaving desperate prayers in chime
you like the incineration & desecration
& i dissociate all together
in perpetual bitterness of black & white
snapshots, we decompose,
stretch linen to her limits
& make shadow puppets on bedroom ceilings
i see you in my martini glasses
between boxes in supermarket shelves
& in pink shirts you found in your father's basement
complete an evening with fine wine &
your lips on my cigarette 03/01/2006 Posted on 03/01/2009
Copyright © 2024 Kelly Jensen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 03/01/09 at 10:58 PM I like the feel of this. Welcome... |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 03/02/09 at 05:50 AM Mmmm....I do like the smell of clove and this poem evokes that spicy feeling. MFS |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 03/03/09 at 10:53 PM Imagery is rich in this piece and I agree with Bass, a definite jazz melody evoked. smh |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/05/09 at 07:05 PM Wow. Blown away, I am. Your imagery is pristine and the rhythm is just amazing. Lovely!! Welcome to Pathetic!! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/11/09 at 03:05 PM Congrats on POTD! Well deserved. So many fine phrases in this. fav+ |
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