Paul Celano Poems

There is one time when the body pauses
The dazzling placid late night

Inside a concealed crisp castle
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Imagine a worn glossy white couch
Take a seat
Relax
Breathe
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Stab my eyes

I don't want to see anymore
I want a dark black canvas
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It starts with a glance
Each person stares to connect
But must be careful
Or a pure life could be wrecked
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Feeling unparalleled
Uncomfortably disconnected
Baffled in one's own still reality
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Looking down at empty pale feet
Pure crystal water
Kissing the gaunt quivering toes
Like tiny nipping lips
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The world as a whole can only be described as one thing:
Color

The mass that makes this piece of land all
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Neck muscles vigorously strained
Pulled out like a wet frail rotted rope
Fastened together by a rusted lock with piercing sharp edges
Porcelain beads of sweat cling to pulsating vines
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The saucy heated beat begins
The body and blood starts to rise

The sensual vibration moves
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A hug of intense gravity
We sink into one another
We become one person
One heavy feeling of magnitude
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