Unspoken

Somewhere, locked.
Save the key.
Memories netted through
one night
caught up, a glance; whisper
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BACK (an open brush) felt
Practical. Soft. Ripples.
undertow
Like the ocean no one sees
the box Tucked, tightly
Scaled, quietly
arms, legs: filled, heard
the screen--separately.
stomachmind, weighted (heavily)
Not forgetting
removing, quietly.
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Eyes open, see . . .
a box cherished.

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Mandela
light,
hidden amidst billowy
dark,
floating in the night’s eye
watching,
your luminescence entrances,
touches—
breathing cool on mine.

Solitary meeting
cycles of light—
dissolving but steady, an
eternal commitment
Manifest passion
amongst stellar whispers
You leave me, again,
standing,
alone.

Phone Booth

Stuck in a phone booth
no quarter, phone dead
Prying the words
out
pulling, shout
from my ears. Left one hurts,
from the struggle. Right one’s glad
it’s over.
Piddling the different letters, rearranging
words, small number of aural images that
have created this
chosen reality,
mine.
The air begins to close, and
perceptions change.
Simply juggled A, B, C’s.
Lean back against the wall,
take a long, slow, drag.
I fall through the door, the wind
gushes, lurches, lands
and I am frozen. I crawl up on
my knees and walk away
a changed
man.

To You

you win, the ball’s in your court and

I crawl into the sheets white
looking up, see glass walls
seep through the cracks and drive
fast, the cars fly by, looking forward, I see beside me
innocence
reaching out to touch and feel nothing
surging
my mouth opens, the words coming
are not planned
fearful
of what’s said
choking back the
truth shackled,
One breath transforms
a mind burdened with possibles,
the words squeak out here
and there
buckling
no sense,

Silence speaks incrimination
blinds shirking thoughts and
broken syllables
doing somersets and rollovers
The spectator, no control

Rolling out of sheet black
reconciling
a heart retreated,
taking obligated emotions and tucking into metal encasing,
the keys locked,
turned, lost,
not gone

Resulting in motions raw, acting out substitutions,
comprehending crime but not yet realizing