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Dec 28 2008

Poem Found In the Weeds By A Curve in Jersey

Published by lunarvol at 2:01 pm under poetry Edit This



Away from the teeth

You drag your lips,

Towards eternity -

Some night I never entered;

A skull

Floating in flesh

Corroded by the blackness

In the glass.

Looking at you

I smell the flash

Inside my cab

Where all the broken plastic

Knobs, wires, gauges, nervous wires still

Are concealed

At seventy-five miles an hour

Like weeds,

Yet exposed to the landscape

Off of the one-sided road

Of a photograph we call world.

Can we? Why can’t we

See behind the lens

Like you

And your distanced

Dancing kiss?

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