Poet Dragon Poems

The air smells salty, as if the ocean was but a kiss away
simmering sensations rotate over my head
like two red-hot branding irons hovering a hairsbreadth above my skull
beyond this comes the void,
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Here we sit rotating in our little gravity wells
Hoping, always hoping
Striving to escape and touch something real
That doesn't exist
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The things of childhood reach forward
to drag me tragically back to them
and it is not so impossible to imagine
why the writers created time travel
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We qualify ourselves for silent sorrow
in the fiery, sometimes tender grasp of time
whine that we will never have enough
that our love will never thrive beyond the crime
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Curiosity feels like a blooming flower
as so many emotions do
Where their beauty eeks out the scourge of our soul
so the blossom of discovery unfolds and reveals...
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Hello green things piled like puffs of prancing joy
heaped upon my palate, my brainpan going wild
The butterflies flick their wings and dance on...
then sinking to the earth like poisoned hope
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Alien to love
Alien to hate
Alien to knowledge
Alien to fate
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Where the green clouds gathered to rend,
the storm has passed with its colored raindrops
There are no more wondering sensations of spring
And youth is spent against the shore of similitude
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