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Subject: Blue Suns and Gold Moons

Author:
andy

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Date Posted: 01:17:36 01/15/08 Tue

Blue Suns and Gold Moons

I wrote this poem about love
with a whore on my mind
I could have written it yesterday
when I was thinking of
blue ink and bad cliches

Instead, I thought it better
to say something new
not for you, the mud reader
you, who has no clue
that what you read is all the same

you, who lives in your box
running from corner to corner
biting holes in cardboard
enough to let the sun seep through

no, I wrote this poem for
the one who needs something more
the eyes starving for blue suns
and daughters that lived beyond
all bad cliches, so overused
and abused,

but, this is a poem of love
so let me get to that:

In the high dressed notion
of some tantalizing thought
I held her there by the hips
and drove my piston
into the pretense of a thousand words
I saw them shatter in the darkness
until they became bright stars
in a new universe
my world was realigned
I could feel the evidence of change
the air I breathed no longer stale
in the post explosion
I was at once reborn

Until, I spent too much time
in one place

Until, their poetry confined me
Until, their world became the world
I had for so long despised

The cliche meter is on red
with the cranky knowledge
of a word architect
I departed

and there at once she came to me
the one I had waited on so long

dressed in the infinity of choice
spilling her beauty across my space

she spoke of new poems
beyond the walls of same

I gazed into her vacuum
as I spilled my world upon a page

then, I danced in the thunder of her thighs
her breasts the bread of babes
beyond Wonder

beyond the small world
of boxes and traps

together we sailed
past bad art, past the superficial
callings of desperate egos
into the new space
of great beginnings

as the whore tickled my senses
I thought of you, there above me
spinning vague colors into word yarns

I smiled as I dipped my pen
in new ink then rode the waves
of a giving sea below
a pale white moon

ajs

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