AAM 12: UntitledIt's less crush than curiosity since I can't feel the Sydney sunAAM 12: Untitled
setting me aflame in days of iridescent skin.
I don't recall sweat
on your soft brow or discomfort in your skin just the pervasive silence of a man alone with heavier things than birthday cake (gentle contemplation at dusk).
Some part of you
whispers prayers in the wind on secular afternoons,
in footfalls
dashed across busy highways. Some part believes in salvation
for both of us.
AAM 11: Were You MatisseWere you Matisse you'd paint skinny girls and politicians in the curtained wings of my one-woman show, your palette knife suggestingAAM 11: Were You Matisse
more than two dimensions.
My skin
would be subtle hues
of fire and sadness in flat strokes, the layers of a girl who whispers prayers to the Southern Cross from the foot of her godless bed.
Despite this you believe in my
tired-eyed trickle lingering over the sink pink rubber gloved at the height of the party; you'd paint shadows beneath my eyes,
blue stains of hesitation glimpsed through
AAM 8: This Quiet MarchingYou told me pick your battles and, pointing, to leave the restAAM 8: This Quiet Marching
piled on the patio
with the shoes and the dust of mud-summer days
I repeated your advice to my students with conviction as they perfected their emo pouts and flipped
their straightened hair; this space is for mx + b, for pencil-in-hand and chalk dust at day’s end
and I wonder how they managed the task in the turmoil of late morning, sun taunting through the blinds
Once, wars were fought in the pockets of my jeans, in the tops of ill-fitting bras, the single earring I never took off
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Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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**art requires an open mind**
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It matters not who you love, where you love, why you love, when you love, or how you love. It only matters that you love. ~John Lennon
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By my honor, I shall protect with my blade, sooth with my harp, and record with my quill.
Hooray us!
(beautiful and unique snowflakes...)
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