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Selig Marlin Tyree Porcupine SmithAMELIA
And you are fading, Amelia.
Fading into blue.
As if a reality could bleed itself
into a vision,
Or you could fill the chasm with something warm.
I stare at the map.
You were last seen here.
There are lines drawn between points,
Places you could have gone
But never arrived.
Fragments and islands
Contain you now.
They found your sandal in the sand.
It is funny that it is a sandal, Amelia.
Of all the things you were&emdash;
It is the sandal that brings you down.
I have drawn my line.
It runs through air to blue
And there it will rest,
As the stories die,
on you.
This woman, yet more,
and less, than a woman
The tough aviator jacket
Sheltered the soft warm skin.
The eyes, serious and lonely
Searching for a destination.
A place to rest.
Yet always belonging
To the journey
I cannot follow you, Amelia.
You were gone before I knew
That not all the choices we make are equal.
RADIANCE
And there she goes,
shedding her camisole for a vintage brew,
then turns around to look at you.
As if you could join her,
on this Venus trip for all to view,
this radiance because of you.
The well worn seams
of love's old tattered face
are forgotten in the sun of her embrace.
She's packed enough fare
for you both to travel free
she takes care so exquisitely.
Oh, tantalizing bracelet
sliding over buttress freeze,
when she rubs the balm over her knees.
The continent shift
in her considered twist
when she stops to take a sip.
When she resumes
you're helpless to the attack
of those long strokes across your back.
What Grecian army
fights in these sands,
impervious to such nimble hands?
And there you go,
by now quite out of reach,
left to this goddess on the beach.
THE POWER OF GLUCOSE INVERTED
It seems
So crucial
So critical
So God awful urgent
And then She...
Lets you
And then She...
Gives you
Every...
Little...
Thing...
And in that moment
Immediately after
The only thing
In the world
That matters
Is Art
And Poetry
Is again
The most important
And crucial
Of things
Then
After
Half an hour
The invert sugars
In the blood
Start to again
Feed the brain
And slowly
But surely
All that She has
Every...
Little...
Thing...
Starts to again
Become
Of inordinate
And monumental
Importance
Never
Underestimate
The Power
Of Glucose
Inverted
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