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collar falls off (thirteenth seven of two-thousand-ten)

by Charlotte Smith

could run, but prefers to stray in fifteen-mile possibilities before
promises of eleven-hour wings to kiss the pond, brimming for six
until bees honey combs, four less for the pocketed shell
downsizes education and ups the ante for labor: now, a fifth breaks off
replaces guards forest explorers reduced from eight to three
resuscitates pages and dozens of fatal pixels take on more than flesh
wanders through one-timed tomb celebrates gold in place of bodies
rubs up against music drowns measured in meters takes longer for two
painted clouds shackles scars after struggling against fifteen to hug fog
communes with the misses and her present friends, four there and then
reserves a husk for the masquerade, first the physical then the week mask
tears apart and reunites in too many ways, so freedom, freedom, freedom, and then, the whatcomesnext

Revised:

watches flies permeate the radius of fingertips outstretched
promises of eleven-hour wings to kiss the pond, brimming for six
until the honeycomb expands, four less for the pocketed shell
downsizes education and ups the ante for labor: now, a fifth breaks off
to guards forest explorers reduced from eight to three
resuscitates pages and dozens of fatal pixels take on more than flesh
wanders through one-timed tomb celebrates gold, not bodies
rubs up against music measured in meters takes longer for two
painted clouds shackles scars after shifting between fog
communes with the misses and her present friends, four there and then
reserves a husk for the masquerade, first the physical then the week mask
tears apart and reunites in too many ways, so freedom, freedom, freedom, and then, the whatcomesnext
page on doubt
resuscitates pages: forgotten rediscovered insists upon death with pulse
Dear Reader, isn’t this what you wanted? Here are words and ideas and together they make language.
In
fable
“The town was paper, but the memories were not.”
imagines a life with six walls of ideas lies
irony in the keep-in-keep-out of it all
insists aexys means
so concludes the downfalls of the day-after: preference?

07/13/2010

Posted on 08/13/2013
Copyright © 2024 Charlotte Smith

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/13/13 at 07:29 PM

So unique - I re-read and play with it. Thanks for this.

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