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Wednesday, April 15, 2009

brush piles

 you smile like some tree rooted down,
slighting eyes so they don't meet;
some electricity could spark,
arc across the space between us,
and light everything ablaze.

a lightning like a thought that strikes you
with its brilliance in the shower
or the chilling loneliness of solitaire
when everything suits you
but you've got no aces to place the stacks on.

I've burned and smoldered on the sidelines
smoked out like some scurrying animal
gasping for air and a place to be.
i need a spark. some oxygen to burst into flames
but i suffocate in the underbrush instead.

i know just what you are,
just what i've got, and what im missing out on.
i know how it looks from the outside
i know why the fences are hoisted high.
wouldnt blame you for passing by.

but im not here for nothin
theres some sheen in the back scene
you can always flint a spark from steel
and get something tender
get something kindling
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