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Date Posted: 01:09:32 04/25/04 Sun
Author: Leisa*)
Author Host/IP: ACC47A40.ipt.aol.com / 172.196.122.64
Subject: Allegorical Articulation

Allegorical Articulation

It's not a hagiography
I want
just a simple
little story
of my life
but then
nothing is ever
simple

It is vanity
that keeps me
stitched
in surprises
that score
the underside
of skies

It is habit
that runs
the words
in circles
when I leave
sleep
or
food
in another part
of the house
forget the time
and forge
full speed ahead

but it is boring
trite
overdone
meaningless
without validity
or solidarity

in uniform rows
march
one, two, one, two
good little soldiers
these words
that do not keep
me warm
at night

when I need
flesh to flesh
face to face
mouth to mouth

resuscitate
these vowels
and plural
things
that define
me

Someone once said
I only touch the surface;
he was illiterate
and only wanted
lust to buy a consonant
when his own echoes
failed
to make the faultline

This, insanity
tucked
behind black eyes
that long for
a constant rewrite
but life isn't
a rewrite
we get what we get

Sometimes I dream:
we are young
and find each
other before
crass cold cuts
cracked us in two

we run, we always run
in this one,
through streets
that melt into meadows
hand in hand
we run

like young lovers
old friends
and jaded bitters
never find their way
into morning coffee
as long as we adore
the one true thing

the integrity,
mirrored
like pools
of passion
a flame that never dies

Sometimes I dream:
We are at war
with the world
we sit by a fire
this recurring scenario
comes like a cinema
in cinder and coins
you know the drill,
I've told you before

Sometimes I think:
Ah! Timing, it's all in the timing
and how we missed chances
that have somehow lost meaning
over the years
misunderstood
words,
it always comes down
to the words

I divulge, I digress
this dress rehearsal
sets the stage

I dream:
a large silver S.U.V.
four where two
divided, or multiplied
and two more
in front
kiss to seal
a vow

I am stirred
by the end
of the song

snapped back
to the early evening
breeze, after the sun
dissolves
behind tall trees
unreachable
to the human eye

Leisa*)
04.24.04�

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Re: Allegorical Articulation -- Raphaela, 15:05:31 06/20/04 Sun