Amber Luna Poems

still waters of plated glass, stained a pale green/blue
shimmering, pearlescent and reflective in a way that my nature can relate to.
a pane, an ache..you refract me,
bend me out of shape whilst entrapping me in my skin, my limitations
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she lay within a boat, wooden
with one side red, one side blue,
inside green. paint chipping, wood weathered.
caught in the lapping and lolling
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a halo of flies hover over carcassed thoughts,
a mosaic of corpses..species unknown,
piled in medicated concussions of stunning oblivion.
will o' wisps misleading the collations of souls which wander,
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those unscrupulous hands and wrists,
coy twists and flicks,
so dainty,
so subtle,
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tiny corners starved of irregularity, fired vines
of scalding ivy drowned in oxygen daggers.
excessed access, sea-niled memories
of the unforgiving misconception, the illusion of company,
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pealed away from where he lay
the clouds bore down with malice.
tears collide where death resides
and so he tips the balance.
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the mud is thick
and the puddles shallow
run away
and blame the shadow
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sticky web
of
backward
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