Too Many Years . . . and Then . . .
Posted: Tuesday, January 13, 2009
by Jeff Brown
Inner Projection
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Something
But what was this Thing
Something That thing that brought (Or was it bought) Terrific (if I may) Spring things
Winter things
Those (if I may) Lingerlings Martian and clawed Bulging brain-vein things Gone
Now Nothing but flame Chest flambe Tasty (Finally tasting) Tear vacuuming Rebuding things So found So fond
Something Simple Too simple for Ground bound, Shriveling soul things Thing O thing I see Now see infraredly Past endful Soul solo flight Because now I look (When once unwantingly) At empty super hero sheets Partnerless Guy Lombardo Dance hall feet And see your Bloodless
Holed Whole feet Your hands Embracing countless Sets of lively hands And dancing, Dancing mothers, Dancing fathers, Daughters, sons, Soulful, Graceful, A mean meek Cheek to cheek a poem by
Jeff Brown
Writen 10/2000
First appeared as part of my graduate project
Since has appeared in several publications online and offline
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