Lee Ann Schaffer Poems

Ripped bones
Broken flesh
Fresh wounds
Warm, pulsing
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When you and I are drunk
With purple dream
No cunning guile enough to draw us
From melted honey music
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Time fell into a hole in the ground.
The ground sucked hard
But it needn't have exerted itself.
Time was willing.
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I hung your heart in my window
For the sun and moon to dance in;
Spinning matter,
Shimmying music,
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We shall be
Sea and strand:
No matter
The changing tides,
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I need a defensive driving course
And to increase my insurance,
But seriously...
Short of staying off the road,
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Sometimes,
When I first
Lie down in
Bed at
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My heart always got
So wrapped around you.
Eventually it would become
A tangled mess.
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Lift me up,
Take me down
From my rack.
Suspended on meat hooks
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Don’t make the river home.
Rivers can turn wild,
Tossing you about with no care for how you land,
Bashing your bones once you do.
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