Jordan McLaren Poems

What I would give to know your words,
and how I weep to fear them.
A murky lake of trembling light,
a spangled heaven of diluvian night:
...

Red, round thing,
you wink at the mirror.
It winks back, a flash of white.
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I am mute -
dumb, my mouth is gone,
my face a wall,
my tongue a caged and crippled beast.
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You,

My verse has been robbed of you.
Tarnished now, torn down and
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I remember a sculpture,
caressed from mind and air,
a frictionless form, over which
eye and gaze would slide.
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