R.J. Bevans Poems

the impression
that people who horror-horror die in
car accidents just might be lucky enough
to bear witness
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I flew through the trees today I flew through the trees
I saw the breeze sparkle the sun on the leaves
I thought of your voice and your skin to inspire
I blushed at my past today
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Maybe if I had a room of my own, a place
of my own, where I could be reminded less
and less of your stolen hearts and your
feeble slurs, I would celebrate the pros, the
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The patient fog sounds and slowly surrounds
The cabins and lands by All Cove.
It travels with alarm-fresh smells
Of unravelled greens through courteous beams of moonlight.
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A something snapped in my efferent neck sunaptein.
My heady, blood-lubbin’ sparks,
Up-in the marked vein on the jugular left,
Hurtme a half-hand down my vertical throat.
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Her unmarred youth reveals
Boiling cream in fine china
Coal stencils hold her secret eyes
Danae’s slumber
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The road slender (like her wrist)
Holds the car
That holds the girl
And fourteen cars in two hours driving
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StillAppreciating
Knowledge of our tilted youngest years
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