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the isms of a Cretan poet

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Do you know some people can pop

Their eye balls out of their sockets?

They lay like pearls on oyster cheeks

Spherical smooth pocket rockets,

Bound by rubber bungee sinew

They plunge off flesh cliff face

Emaciated bulge of blubber

Back in their caves they can be placed.

But what if one was shifted over

The other side of skin?

Stretched past the nostril border

And held opposite it’s twin

Would eye see eye in split vision?

Or would brain explode due to division?

Image

Image

Image

For me  –

Love without elevens

Is an eye without it’s blink.

I think it absurd

Like

A wordless sentence

Or a feather without it’s bird

That can only fly

If the wind instructs.

Rather –

It must create music

Without instrument

Inspire breath

To melody and tune

In tune with the knowledge

That the world is sugar to the right lips.

So taste!

See beyond sight!

Over exposed

And magnificent!

With a third eye

Tireless and inspired

To entice ocean’s sands to spice.

Believe with me

That our shackles

Are as irrelevant

As honey to fish.

Replenish me

Like you are water’s wet.

We live in a palindrome

A world that begins and ends with:

A Question

A middle filled with miracles

And abomination

A parallel universe

With unparalleled contradiction

Punctuated

With mutually in-exclusive opponents

That need only see their oneness

To end the fight.

Progress sets a trap

Repeatedly

Progress sets a trap

Repeatedly

We live in a palindrome.

I am the carbon copy.

Desperately drawn

In imitated allegiance to The Original.

Convincingly convinced. Eyeless laughter

Betrayed only by an internal texture

Too fine to discern without pressure.

A pheromone

Leading the bee to nectar

To perfume and petals

That will fade and bleed without ceremony

Leaving nothing like wings.

Nothing.

An inaudible thing to ears

Naturally attuned to authenticity.

The Fraud –

Walking forwards across horizontal stairs

That don’t point down

So will suffice as proof

Of a life striving skywards

With purpose

Directly

To

The

Top.

Of  what.

I am like a line

Fine but drawn to an end

Wet and Indigo Ink

Darker than stain

We left each other’s arms

More open than closed

But a door unhinged and teasing

Adored swinging wooden tunes

Of swooning hollow oak

Choking my ears and tongue

That used to be yours

But for a

Flicker-snap

Drum Drum

My skin’s pulled tight

And pounds like empty’s

Knock

If you could rock me while I lose you

Till hurt fades to forget

The antidote to remembering

But not yet

We are simply one letter

Of a word in our own sentence

There will be sense

Because it could never

Have been written any other way

Remember

We were luminous