The challenge of finding poems in a box of magnets . . .

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#1 The Sky Rusts to Red

The sky rusts to red
as the sun leaves behind her gown of blood.
Then the moon sings blue-white in the black
to cool the skin of the sea,
rocking in his water chains
beneath her.

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 #2 Up to the Dream

In sleep,
a man heaves his sausage arms
up to the dream
as though he would soar with it,
fiddle a knife through a shadow peach
and eat its under-light raw,
drive a screaming car fast
out of death’s forest of roses,
fall to bed after,
with petals on the tongue.
 

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#3 In My Library of Beautiful Lies*
 
In my library of beautiful lies,
the monster escapes his poison father--
the rue and gall of his life usurped
by a strange peace that heals
the way ice would devour a fever
or cool a ferocious star.
And for him,
he who was born of death,
I make a smile flower miscreant red
upon his lips,
for I am a sister to much that is cracked and broken.
So let his pariah music roil the clever angels.
He can wander where he likes.
With profligate eye and heart,
he will be my wild scholar,
hero of epic joy.

*See also Writing the Walls 2020 Poems