asheville poetry – Page 4

February 2, 2016

Time Capsule

Everything else of significance will fit in your palm, tarnished and worn…

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January 18, 2016

Left for Dead

I tore off my face I tore off my face and set a new one on, one without the scars, one with real eyes where the maggot holes had been one without the sounds of mad dogs barking in the ears, relentlessly. I tore off my face, and set a new one on one with…

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January 17, 2016

Mid January three something indecent deity

There are ghosts in every corner Tapping holes into their faces with their Broken fingernails This is a place where when the stars come down They change their course and keep The sideways dark Look out the light Will make you blind And the holes keep growing bigger The skin around the edges chapped and…

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December 9, 2015

Hypo

We are Pavlov’s dogs gas on gas off red light green light go television gunshots OUTRAGE new shoes BUY captive audience techno illogical warfare brown is the new black, haven’t you heard? your God is ugly and your mama dresses you funny go back where you belong if you can find it crash-test dummies, toys…

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December 2, 2015

Shaded.

In that final hour, before the stars set themselves against the charcoal sky, there is a shroud up on the mountain smoke and fog, the gravel path the only way in or out shaded pink by the last, sad efforts of the sun to stand her ground Before coyote songs and the stuttering of owls…

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November 20, 2015

The Smallest Ones

In my nightmares, there are children playing in a field of tall grass, so tall that the only way I know the children are there is by the sound of their voices and the way the grass moves as they run. Then there are men, impossibly tall men, dressed all in camouflage, with guns strapped…

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November 19, 2015

Refuge.

They are laughing in the sand, their high-pitched voices crossing over and under each other and up into the sky into the clouds dirty hands reaching for each other, circling around singing songs whose words we cannot recognize but the tune is universal; nursery rhymes are all the same. They are smaller than the dogs…

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November 19, 2015

Faces.

This is how we live with our sidearms drawn our fingers free of scars and polished

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November 16, 2015

The Innkeepers

The innkeepers are waiting their flags are on display: sharp-edged stars and stripes like blood and bone

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November 13, 2015

Coyotes (November Thirteen Twenty-Fifteen)

The night’s too dark to see, but I can hear them walking in the field next door: coyotes their steps like broken straw, breath I imagine stale with the taste of carrion their cries a bit more mournful than before as if they know that they’re no longer the ugliest among us.

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April Fox

Category: asheville poetry

Time Capsule

Left for Dead

Mid January three something indecent deity

Hypo

Shaded.

Faces.

Coyotes (November Thirteen Twenty-Fifteen)