billyfivecrows

a portrait (For Virginia Woolf)

The paintings a woman would choose, comfort
And anomaly, a merger of
Something keenly deserved and patiently
Deserted, additional, as if returning

To appropriate tiredness after walking
On a blank field of walls, which
If seen as distance would not be
Horizon, would not be suprising

When placing dead forevers around like windows.

(The portrait I would have chosen
Is something simply more broad,
A rare grouse in a thick vat
Of hope and courtesy, but what

Do I know now with my hairy feet
And a belly whose personality
Is to be alarm of maneuver in
A bed of stillness hoping not

To wake you as you weep...)



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My first poem to be published in a major(ish) publication. It appeared in 'Action Poetry- Literary Tribes For The Internet Age' put out by LiteraryKicks, www.litkicks.com

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This presentation of that particular poem is dedicated to Lackwit.



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for Max Ernst

Some polish
The jeweled chamber.
Others rub
Soot on
Smooth, blue
Wall, some

Do both

And neither one

All at once...

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