MARINA GIPPS Poems

On a night of the deepest stillness,
a medicine cabinet had shown
the labyrinthian melancholy of stars.
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Is the love of one
enough for the love
of another? I am not certain-
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The night calls in all of its dark daughters.
Another one of my lines
in another's poem, published.
And I alone am forgotten.
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What is mine, no longer,
nor yours truly,
nor one of us of each other.
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You know...
french words
became as common
as trailer park homes
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Born beautiful as all babies
yet we argued she was
most beautiful. Eavan Brigid,
baby beautiful: A melodious ring,
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As a lullaby, it circumvents
the madman and his machinations…

A petty carousel full of little tin soldiers,
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I’ve got a holy chalice that needs some bowing down to;
needs a little worshipping, a body temple of time slipping.
A heavy musician in Kansas city, floating yet drowned
in her own music, people laugh at me when I count calories.
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Tired of yelling
the same old Christian songs
through an open window.
My arms outstretched
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Son,
you’d better dowse the flame
of your wildfire.
Father,
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