Poems

Kill the poet, silence 

The song that issues 

From that jailed and jaded 

Heart. Set him

Free, instead -- unseal

Him from his mortal woes, 

Let those thoughts undying

Touch the sky,

Kiss the rain,

Dance in the wind.

And then we

Shall breathe his art,

Bring the poet once more

To being.

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You read
The bleeding little verse,
Didn't you?

In the crimson blotches
And blurry
Tear-kissed sheets,
Did you
Get a glimpse
Of the color of my lips?
You used to know,
So well.

And did you
Realize
That 'tis a pulse
From my lovesick heart
To yours?

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