a poem by Arthur Jackson V

I stole morning

For a glass of wine

;I wanted to drown out the sound

I pictured myself a green haired boy

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My reflection chimed “you aren’t held in

Passion, fever, or want”

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Hiding my insecurities

In a cage fashioned from my ribs

I said “one day you will be worthy”

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I still remember the sun

Setting horizon beneath my wrist

That night I huffed

A volcano bottlenecking my throat

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When we lei together grapes&weeds

And called them crowns

We adorned our heads

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I clasped to clench palms kneading

Their heels to wet eyes

Thinking of He and I

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The sky and trees all

Beautiful like the day

We first learned to see

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It was The Summer of Love

you told me not to speak

This shows me whether

in lustwords we

Would always be at war

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Must a kiss be sent over soot

aimed between us?

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A piece of me is lost

It is loaded

And bottled by the wine

Left to puffing cumulus whales along sky

I bend  my neck back

Smoke howls at the moon

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I passionned  for your want

You called it starving

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We weren’t loving over wargrounds

For sooted kisses

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Signals smoked from a volcano

Bottlenecking my throat

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I tried to forget you

In sips

You forgot me in hales

We both lost our crowns

wailing under sunset on our backs

In grass that stained our hair

And I became a Banshee

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