fly —
wing lights
straight towards the north star
and the lingering space of light
left from the annihilation of day
drive —
roads winding
past office parks generic concrete
then more dark trees slumbering
beneath stars slowly extinguished by fog
Category: poetry
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and Michigan appears
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regrets are like evergreens
outside he blames
cold snowy weather
clinging to evergreens,
white fingers so close,
those white hands
struggling to find a way,
gentle soft falling down
to rest on frozen groundoutside he waits
waits till seasons change
yet evergreens persist
they make him angry
those ghost white hands,
pine needles, red bleeding,
spring leading summer
but evergreens rememberhe walks
wishes time away
his beard grows long
he sings by heart the song
of pines rustling in the windoutside he sits
buttoned for another
a long hibernation
like a gnarled old bear
his New Year knows all
none can change this
only steadfast everygreens–
they never let him sleep.[author note: circa the “degas ‘three dancers’ journal 2003” – an admitted total break from my usual style]
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your voice (glistens)
your voice crashes
over me like waves
it roars and collapses
and recedes leaves me
parched, thirsty.
it pulls with the tides
it glistens in the moonlight
a rip tide it pulls me out
further and further.[circa the “zen” journal 2005]
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recurring dream (lonely farm house)
at the stop sign
look left
to corn fields
drenched white from
spilt milk of the moon
and tip tops of
sweet corn rolling
row upon row, past
one farm house
lonely but for
three canopy trees
and that long driveway
cutting
a twisted brown scar — i am
only gazing,
gazing,
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secret games of children
we discovered
the game “d” —
one patch of crab grass
and one special phrase
–to the next world!but don’t tell those
younger ones
waiting on the porch–
it is so secret
you have to whisper.
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coming home from the beach (impossible)
i left the ocean
crashing pulling, so
oblivious, and i
dragged my wreck of
salt and hair and
said goodbye to the
grains and shells
the jellies,
surfers skaters punk kids
drunks,
drove out thinking, one
child builds a fortress and
guards it with her life
while the other runs
with knowledge that high
tides will always win…
left driving
with “flashback weather classic rock”
and tried to set in motion:
the impossible comes to life.
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entropy explains the war
the 2nd law
of thermodynamics
explains the war.
more later…oh, this night is
exasperation.
random phrases that may
be worth regurgitation
a night of constant
changing mind,the light switch
on and off again
descending into chaos
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bass player at The Horse You Came In On
Angelo playing inside
these filthy walls since ’90
no longer plays to the walls
but is the walls
is the smokeyceiling
theneonlights thehanging
plants
the thuddrumthuddrum
thuddrum comeon !all us hangingvines
pour the cobblestones
drink seasons moldy classics
become bassline players like Angelo
slowly slowly over time, thuddrum
thuddrum comeon !
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plants prefer classical music
the Gerber and I
share a drink
and a secret glance–the plant sighs! stretches
leaves towards now
darkened streets earlier
bathed in light,
stretches roots to
the mazurkas of Chopinrolling piano like so many
other late nights
dives in the creases
of my eyes
and the thin membranes
of leaves.
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drawing a blank
white walls frame
a white window sill:outside colors
a shade of their
former selvesi
ampenciled in
by white walls
white page,
TV blank with white noise,
cursor
blinking
wanting
waiting
Poetry by JC Snyder 