the body plays with differing states of geometry by Kelly Jensen 1. the plane is the ground we used to lie down desert sands with bourbon colored strokes against moroccan flavors belligerently echoing pillow-grazed grimaces element platinum simplicities april-wet our heads, darkened hair strewn sideways, effortlessly paved like pinned q's pinafore cocktails dressed beside beach tide umbrellas opening vistas broken by salamander crashes. ii. parallel intersections knots untie themselves when they lie beside the ocean the smell of clover grazes a palate hydraulic conversations slip comprehension trace satellite-strung metallics spooned carbonation sycamores beckon like plumes plump plums razed under elm bark oxidize incessantly iii. proof silt slips like cars wet pavement collides / rocky rubber slumbering azaleas sketch a road fine marshes gorged in hiccupped gold & sterile smell of hickory a milky air drains no epiphany 03/31/2009 Author's Note: This one's older, 2004/2005. I wrote a lot about math back then. Posted on 03/31/2009 Copyright © 2024 Kelly Jensen Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/31/09 at 07:48 PM I love it, however old it is. Posted by Tom Goss on 04/01/09 at 04:15 PM A wonderful romp, lush with ripe juxtapositions!! Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)