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About Poetry Forum Entries, April 2003

VELOCITY

Their glasses
Have colored me
A rosy girl
With tutu and
Girl-Scout sash.

Making me cling tight
To the country of Oz as it was
Scared that I will drop a house on them
As I discover more secrets than the Wizard holds.
              (Secrets like
               his body, not yellow,
               but a beautiful road
               to euphoria)

So I'll take my seven-league boots
And try to flee around the world

I will see with un-innocent eyes:

The way the Statue of Liberty
Challenges the stars with her flame
And what happened to the talking heads on Easter Island,
Now silent from too many lies.
Paris and thrust of the Eiffel Tower,
And the rape of the mid-east.
Zen in the Buddha-mountains,
              (Climb naked to heights
               where
               I
               would challenge the stars)

All this would be hindered
By the electric collar
Sending zaps of guilt through my mind.
Trying to tell me that this is
wrong
Trying to tell me that this is
weird.
And to prepare myself mentally for the world.

But I will already have passed through the world
In my seven-league boots
Of new-knowledge
And you couldn't stop me.

Now I know.

Caitlin Palo (MARIERAVINA)


SHE TELLS ME

She tells me the name
of every bird in paradise
She thinks the more I know of birds
the closer I will get to flying
The days have turned to ochre
washed with light, faded with truth
And we are learning by braille
of the things we cannot see

It is hard for me not to pause by your side
and reach for the comfort of your body
Is there any other comfort you can give me?
You are bleaching your dreams in buckets of time
and I am trying not to notice how blue
makes your hands go white

Selig


ABSTRACT OILS

Sliding against your sand
colored skin, separating
the oily sea outside us
from the turgid waters within

like that firmament of old
created by Jehovah to keep waters above
from waters below
we fail--

rain drips down your jejune mounds,
I am an island, ephemeral
as the whale
whose brief breaching

exalts animal flesh
and then returns
to the old ways.

Terry Lucas (BARDONE1)



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