Stillness

STILLNESS 771202/OTT

By JC STREET © 2004


Stillness is the old rutted
road of childhood rutting
its mud-filled aftermath

Blood-filled, too, I
might add in a whimsy
thinking of bodies warm,
sweated,
but always gone
. . . . ‘ere things;
limbs in a chimera
fragments of dream
fear, morning-panic, shadows
of faces;
bubbled, smoke-rounded, risen-
from-cauldron things

Stillness;
aftermath of need the
mathematics of morning after
stillness
pondering
need
but soft,
velvet-struck skin, sun-low
afternoons, wet
leaf-dripped
wine-spent
smoke

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PUTTING IN TIME 771202/0TT

By CARL EDGAR LAW
( c ) 1992


Robin red,
wind-dripped, scary –faced, luster
after shadows

The
not-there thing; all cradled
in her disco-shook heart

The sudden warmth a bear
crushing the night

“Take me home,” they chorus,
interrupting each other;
it stops the night!

“Don’t tell me babe,” she
says on the phone

Filling these shadow
holes with clones
dulls the pain

Who is the boy
on the beach with blond
hair and strange
genes a shadow-filling,
clone thing

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