Fold Away Blues

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Fold Away Blues
 
I'm a wound with blue beating veins
Carried under white skin with sun freckles
Dolling out
Burnt orange justice
I have imploded deep against drown love and
Thin paper airplanes
Rising above an opiate glass heart
Flying aloft your hard folding voice
I ascend as a lark
Rising to an elliptical sun
 
Legs crossed under my night shirt
I thumbed through tossed
                         Letters
Dog eared and stained
Smeared ink masks evidence
Oh those times you wanted me
Incriminating notes of iron will and intuitive logic
Of urgent voice wrapped in thickly written poetry
 
Logic can't save any of this
 Or the lark
  Or the rising dawn
    Or even the cream in this morning's coffee that curdles
Under the strain of my spoon
This early moon reeks of you
As I press myself against all reason
 
Tinged blood courses through tight veins
Leaks blue melancholy
Creasing memory into tepid origami birds
Beat this wound against cataracts
Blinded in clouds and ice echoes
Spill out bitters burnt in orange
                         It's justice to simply
 
              Fold you away


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oregon_galoregon_galover 15 years agoAuthor
thank you for

reading this clearer than I did when I wrote this. You always see another dimension to the things I submit. I love your mirror and appreciate when you take the time to hold it up. carol

KOLKOREKOLKOREover 15 years ago
folded but still loaded

All those loaded emotional memories depicted in rich imagery, unfold till they run their course (for now). Folded again and still loaded they will be waiting for you.

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