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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
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JOHN DORSEY this is not love you watch dreams like silent movies you think when leonard peltier places a shotgun shell up to his ear he can hear the dead rushing up to meet him but there are only waves of blood metal detectors never look for heartbeats only empty soda cans this is not that war i tell you that i imagine love can immigrate anywhere it pleases even arizona you laugh saying this is not love this is not that song belly against the sand our bones split like atoms you say this is not us saying goodbye this is only the beginning of silence Hudson Valley Daydream Poem #1 for Rebecca Schumejda as we look out at the water i think to myself that minutes like these are a privilege reserved for those with invisible wrist watches that here time stopped centuries ago that here angels forgot to mourn the death of Cleopatra and went right back to being beautiful that here the bones of stars are still sacred & we are just screwed up enough to make it out alive |
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