Category: Poetry
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To Sheila
Jewett had met her matchA fire she wanted to catchShe had just kicked the latchShe had grown tired of tame roadsTrite words timid foes lame fellowsSo, she had sent for a horseShe had blackened anxious pagesSpilling all her life’s desirous ragesQuerying all the dealers and the sagesBegging for a friend an intimateConfidant a lover a…
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A Trip to Star Island
In lieu of a trip to Star Island,I dream of a trip to your Star Body.If you keep your watch out for me,I will alight at midnight,The light of my hands hungrily ablazeDelighted to lay starry eyesOn a sumptuous mermaids.While you spread out like a cosmic starfish,And I am giddily pulled in by your magnetic…
