Poetry By: K.Poet
{Thoughts Tangled} {Ellen} {Sara} {Red and Blue}
{Water} {The Way Home} { Leering/Hunger}
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Wild musk
Of Earth
Salty flesh
Of meat
Rich taste
Of honey suckled drops
Sliding across
The corners
Of my mind-
Hollowed echoes
Of my thoughts
Invade truth-
As
I laugh
In the arms
Of sleep-
As
I dwell
With She
Who is wilderness.
(02-01-01)
{Ellen} {Sara} {Red and Blue}
{Water}
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{Thoughts Tangled} {Sara} {Red and Blue}
{Water}
{For: Ellen Klink-For the little sister I always wanted. Find your
dreams. You are a talented young woman full of spunk and intellect. Same
goes for you too Lizzy. Seize the world and don't look back...ever.}
Little girl
Free young
Chasing kittens
Ponytails
And
Scraped knees
Summertime Butterflies
Happy smiles
To kiss the Sun
Chasing Lizzy Monster
Autumn leaves
Fifth grade
Not far away
Snowmen play
With you
Hot coco grins
Igloo forts
For you both
Picking flowers
In the Summer Sun
Young Lady
With little girl smiles
Telling stories
Of make believe
Chasing dreams
Up and Around
The Hartford Farmhouse
Still scraping knees
Ellen.
(1993)
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SARA Sara {Thoughts Tangled} {Ellen} {Red and Blue}
{Water}
For two years
You knew no other
I was your
First Kiss
First Date
First Girlfriend-
I was the challenge
To yourself
To your family
To your religion
That you could not
Overcome-
It was around Thanksgiving
You crumbled that night in 1992
Saying words
Of affection
Twisted with infection
Parting with
Raging fury
From an unknown source
Breaking
Yourself-
Us-
Me-
Into pieces that could not be picked up
We were glass
We were shattered
But
I was "The mender"
And
I should fix this
No-
Not this time-
This would
Eventually end
A bad situation
That I bandaged
For far too long.
How you hated
To push me into
Another's arms-
Christy Foster-
Because
She wanted me
Like the Earth
Wants the Sun to warm her
Because
She wanted me
Like a starving individual
wants a teaspoon of editable substance
You tossed me aside
Thinking I would run after you
You were wrong-
As You cried outing yourself to your Hartford household-
Bearing the cross of our relationship
Your mother listened in shock,
The phone cord
Twisted in confusion and panic
and
4 miles away
Snow started to fall
As Christy seduced me
With
Tone
Touch
Laughter
Mystery
And eroticism-
Wanting me-
There was no reason
To say no-
And the next day
I found a peaceful drive back to
The snow glazed winter wonderland
Of Parkside University
I found everything I had ever given
You
Piled in a mountain
Barricading entry to my room-
For 2 years
I had been
your "perfect girlfriend"
Spending time with your siblings
Disney movies
Ice cream afternoons
Church on Sunday when we were "home" in Hartford-
Cartooning with crayons
With little sisters
Lizzy and Ellen
And
Too many fun filled snowball fights to list
Bailing hay-
Eating your mother's famous chicken enchiladas
Lending Benjamin
My car
To take
His driver's test
Paying the "gas guy"
On
The Klink family farm
From
Their business checkbook-
Total trust-
Loving your family unconditionally
Respecting them
And yet
Distancing myself
To
Masquerade as the "best friend"
Cloaked intimate moments
That have now passed-
Sara
Became a closet case to herself
So far behind the moth balls
Sunlight hurt her eyes
And yet she would hold my hand in public if no one looked
It was hurtful to see
And yet I endured because I cared for her-
But-
Hurting me-
I could no longer have sympathy with-
The pleading for the return of me
The me who she had been tossed aside
At her immediate disposal
Too many times to count
Months of
Breakup after breakup
At her initiation
Because she could not find her voice
And when she finally spoke...
She realized too late
I was the "girl"
She wanted
But could no longer have.
Before
The End
There was a Beginning:
I was the "girl"
The Junior college girl
Tuxedo and leather jacket
Crowned
With long wavy auburn hair
Humorous, versatile, intelligent, open minded
Me:
The questioning philosopher searching for virtue
And at times
The soft spoken poet
You had a harmless crush on
That flowered into attraction
That bolted into your first love
A love that
You questioned
On how to define-
A love
That trapped and confused your hometown values
A love
You would eventually desecrate
With verbal and emotional abuse
And
You were the "Hartford farm girl"
The Freshmen college girl
Feminine to a "T"
With soft black hair
Brilliant, shy, scientific, innocent
Whose first romantic experience
Was to be swept away
By one kiss
By me...
In the backseat
Of Marcus' car
Late one night-
Beyond whispers
And quiet laughter
We fell
Under the spell
Of the radio-
As
We melted into each other's essence like hot oozing wax.
You:
The statistical microbiologist searching for herself
Requisitions,
And
Theories,
It was alluring
It was surprising
It was real...
It formed a connection
And
A romance that could not endure
A decade has passed-
Sara
May you find
The girl
You are looking for-
May you find
Yourself.
(April 4th 2002)
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I paint {Thoughts Tangled} {Ellen} {Sara}
{Water}
My canvas
With
Reds and Blues
Feeling the thick mixture
With my hands-
It understands
What I do-
No questions
Why
I paint
Closed eyes
Upon a
Blackened face
With
Reds and Blues
My art
Is
True
To what
I see-
Strength
of
Flat hands
Rolling 'round paint
Gripping
To what
We ain't
Or
Only
What we
Wish
To become-
Splatter
The red-
Ground
In thumb-
Streak
Streak
Streaking the blue-
I paint
What
There is
To see
Of
You-
Behind
That
Stale veil
Held so tight
With
Hands
That
Do drip red.
(Spring of 1993)
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In water {Thoughts Tangled} {Ellen} {Sara} {Red and Blue}
We can
Drift out to sea-
We can
Be comforted
By its soothing massage
And
If
We are
not careful...
The roughness
The attraction
To
The Tide
Can pull
Us under-
We can drown
Blissfully
Or
Painfully-
The choice is
Ours
And
Even though
One's flesh may be
On fire-
Water
Does not
always extinguish
The flame.
(01-11-01)
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{Thoughts Tangled} {Ellen} {Sara} {Red and Blue}
I Myself
See who
Stands
In the shadows-
Blending
With
Blacks and Grays
Beneath
Rolling train stations-
The hard clip
Of
Moving train cars
Halt-
Sparks-
Friction-
Light-
Only for a moment-
Submerged into
Earth tunnels
Of
Steel and stone
I become
The Pillars
That neon
Paper signs
Are taped
Upon-
And
Uncolored paint
And
Canine urine
Is splashed
Upon-
Layer after layer
Until
I step
Out
Onto
The platform
Buying a ticket
For
The way home.
(04-02-2002)
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Leering- {Thoughts Tangled} {Ellen} {Sara} {Red and Blue}
I like
Leering
At you-
Eyes that
Quench
Lips that
Speak
In
The hallow
Of
My ear-
Your breath
Is
So very warm-
And
As the lights
Stream
Across
Your body
I notice
I feel
The Heat
Within You-
You turn
To see
Who is behind you
Rhythmically grinding you
And
You like it-
Me Leering
At you-
Wetting my
Lips
The hotness
Of
My breath
The electric touch
Sends you
To
Passion's Fury-
Could it be
You are
Just like
Me....
Blood boils
Hot-
Grinding
Touching
Teasing
Cannot stop
Hypnotic-
You stare
With your
Hunger
And
That is
All I
Need to know.
(1996)
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