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Published: 2006-05-01 22:24:46 +0000 UTC; Views: 255; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 1
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if, in the end, it doesn't matterwe can dance in the road
make love in the afternoons
touch fingertips and then pass
unbroken on, dreams uncurling
smoke ripples, water ripples
light ripples, we ripple on
the moment fading vibrato
into the next
salt and sea, the grit
smoothing the way for next year
though we choke, and eyes sting
on all that flowed through us
and the debris that collects
in salt stained heaps
until a match is struck
green flame takes twisted limbs
and turns them to ash
it comes and goes
it lingers in the twilight
between all that could be,
all that was, all that would be
where dreams take down our names
and no more, the rest is shadow
like the curves of the body
splayed in elegant disposition
and so disposessed
spasms are the art of poetry and pain
although this retching is ungraceful
and the stomach flexes vibrato
from one regurgition to the next
the jumbled remains of a wild night
spent dallying with wit and wisdom
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Gee, Suzie, I'm looking for something to critique here, but you really have written an awesome piece of poetry. There certainly is a lot of boring verse around, and a lot I regard as DOA, but this is fresh, thought-provoking, and definitely quite artistic. I believe I shall have to take advantage of its pristine (undecorated, until now inexplicably uncommented) condition and hang a 
Here's hoping you'll write more in the near future.
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