Deja Vu

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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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