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Broken sunflowers, dark and still,
Stand stiff in far-off blackened field.
To the recently passed they bow their heads,
Little-knowing that they, too, are dead.

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The Lonely Planet

The night river
glittering like crushed glass,
slicing rivulets of sky
between black lilypads of leaves;
electric patches of light
electricalive patches of light.
breathing softly slivers of wind...
lives, souls - spilling,
blowing, breathing,tumbling
through the window
onto childrens' white beds.
Beads of breath cling,
tingling, to the leaves.
slick and fast the rain falls
wet and cool,
from beneath the dusky carapace of hours.
carrying resplendent broken
souls underneath
its soft dark cold embrace,
Float
until the light falls
through again.

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An unwritten poem is like
An unfinished puzzle -
For the words are there,
Waiting to be pieced together.

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reluctantly,
the vision falls.
focusing noiselessly onto timid hands,frail wrists;
I want to take those helpless hands,
and break them
smash them
splinter them
like porcelain shells
shattered white
on the cold floor.
they can't stop the pain,
the black sinkhole of death -
can't shut it out
close the door
stop the voices
muffle the noise.
look at the tempest -
a pale face
wet with jagged filmy tears;
stupid eyes
staring dully from walls of sloppy makeup,
caked on like a crumbling mask.
Happy Lips, Glowing Eyes,
China Teeth.
Happy fake Lips, a feeble attempt
to bury the fear
rope it down to the earth
tie it down to hold
veil it from others.
all superficial, a heavy iron fake face.
stupid!
weak face,
the wan membrane
barely clutching at the stricken pieces with bony fingers.
slack jaw,
stupid scattered eyes.
barely keep the parts
from spilling out
and crashing
tumbling
slowly
exploding
into stars.
China Teeth, Happy Lips
as permanent as plastic granite. asking
you? no, way too fragile.
you?...you
cannot hide the death from them.