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pretty

Posted by thepiedpiper on April 18, 2011 at 2:40 AM Comments comments (0)

I was never fond of pretty things.

Girls like me learned early

be more prudent than pretty.           

 

Learned

pretty is something

someone will take from you.

Learned

you better have something

they cannot take from you.

 

They will call you pretty

when they don’t know who you are.

 

But when he called me beautiful,

I was putty....

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For a Raven I knew

Posted by thepiedpiper on January 5, 2011 at 5:34 PM Comments comments (2)

I saw Coyote.

The first night he came

he stood

someplace-between-Fox-and-Wolf-high,

hackles up when our eyes met

then calm when he realized, I

was not here to devour

him.  As we passed

a moment of eye contact

lasted for decades.

 

I knew he would be back.

 

The first night

He took the old crow.

 

I’m uncertain if he lured her

from the perch she shared

in...

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for derek

Posted by thepiedpiper on December 3, 2010 at 6:20 PM Comments comments (4)

I am

eviscerated.


what i feel

is that someone took a knife

made of fifteen tons of steel

and cut a gaping hole

in the fabric of time and space.


i can barely remember your last words to me.


you were going to see your mother.

like always.

you said it would be nice

if we saw each other

and i can't remember now

how i replied

and those terabytes have been taken

and i can...

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love letter from a lunatic

Posted by thepiedpiper on September 23, 2010 at 2:45 AM Comments comments (4)

love letter from a lunatic

 

I suspected it the other night

when you called,

pulled me--

from thoughts of sleep

from noise in my mind--

high into the subtle embrace

of mountains and evergreens

and their shadows

so that I could truly see your face. 

 

It seems I have fallen

in love with you

again, Moon. 

 

You were my first love--

and though your hold

...
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skin

Posted by thepiedpiper on September 14, 2010 at 2:45 AM Comments comments (2)

It's not any wonder

people fall

back into the waiting arms

of bad habits.

I cannot erase

what's been done,

only hope

it heals itself.

 

Now dry rivers

of abundance

run my surface

reminding me

there was a time

i could not

find fullness.

 

Messages 

and reminders

carved with

six needled

pen knife

now mean

something so different--

i'm unce...

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Puuwai Kalakaua

Posted by thepiedpiper on September 11, 2010 at 2:42 PM Comments comments (4)

I rotary-dial your smile

in the sunrise, because

your face

is something I longed to hold

but never dared to touch

without permission.


Your words

are the smiles of a girl

who fina...

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An Iris is a Flower (2006)

Posted by thepiedpiper on August 19, 2010 at 9:34 PM Comments comments (7)

An Iris is a Flower         

 

People have always commented on her eyes—

how beautiful they are,

how terrifying. 

She stares in the mirror,

tries to determine what

in her eyes is so compelling. 

Many have looked away,

the staring contest a continual test of wills;

 “Fear of losing their souls,” the reason.

 

She looks into...

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aD(rift)

Posted by thepiedpiper on August 19, 2010 at 9:28 PM Comments comments (4)

aD(rift)

 

aD(rift)

 

she paddled the tiny boat

across oceans that fell

drop

by drop

from I’s that see

but do not remember.

 

Like dreaming,

words passed

beneath the surface

waiting to be spoken

by cities of the dead.

 

Less is known of the

Ocean floor

than of Space.

Little things,

like breath,

hold us

landlocked

in ...

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husk

Posted by thepiedpiper on August 15, 2010 at 1:25 AM Comments comments (5)

the one who came before

tried to take everything

but he prepared me

for what would be given.


the first

i gave my eyes.

in return i began to see

things living in the in between

threads sewing everything together,

he taught me timing--

know what needs to be said

and what needs to be done.


the second took my ears

on long journeys

taught me to feel

patterns in the static.

...

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my mu?eca

Posted by thepiedpiper on August 6, 2010 at 12:14 AM Comments comments (2)

if my fingers were stronger

i would bleed them bloody,

finding the strands you have used

to tie yourself back together so many times

and gently breaking the cords.


I would lay your piecework in front of myself

and after hours of careful planning,

i would abandon any hope

for a schematic

because these pieces

are much too complex for that.


I would find a seam ripper

and quickly begin breaking

...
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