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- Deja Vu
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DÉJÀ VU 7709110TT/
By JC STREET © 2004 all rights reserved
Minutes tick by minute
by minute they tick
by I
see their faces
ticking by
minute by minute
clock hands sever
thought threads
spun in the dark
the ghosts of twilight
will they disappear?
No
island is a man’s
succor
Sharks wolf their share and share
spare
are the bones they leave they
leave for town
ii.
There was a meet
market
in Cheyenne, i believe
She was at the bar when
the sharks took her
the tide
breaking and tearing at the sand
sworled a rose in the sea
From the gunship, blood
looks sticky
then dark
then gone
rips and whirlpools
twilight
iii.
Dawn!
twilight in retrospect
the hollow churn turns
belly to butter, better
to sleep
Night
tunneled away over the fields, moon
struck down the tree by the window
silver-strangled, spectral its fingers
reach into the room
minute by minute
Minute by minute they pass
they pass
they pass
into the shadows
light licking over them
dappled
as they disappear
iv.
Minute by minute the worm shrugs
and moves and twists
behind the eyes
What does it know of time?
that minute by minute
ticks by
v.
Levitation, she said
eye-sparkled
with excitement
She had returned from the desert, in
the desert
quiet and still
is
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- COMMENTS
LeBrozover 16 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 37,000 poems.
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LeBrozover 16 years agoBit of a quirky little piece, running through the night, leaving the reader with a different sense — needing to read it all over again.
