R.J. Bevans

Dark outside of the bright inside
The moth waited
On the glass pane
In the door.
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the best flamingos
that best flap broken flap
these inside and doze outside
eaten near the lake by monkeys
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And the desolation is fleeting;
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a body expectant
possible thoughts fill my chest with unease,
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Proof we can still love our friends
We can contrast them with that Blue-hued AM.
We might see them dance with others.
We may love the honeyed sweat,
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When Finished – alone,
then drain the tub,
my soap-water’s swallowed
by the multiplied voices of strangers and spies
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Pull all wing off of the moth
pull all nickel from your pocket
Now trace that coin upon the wing
, and with edgy metal
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To the dull and the spoiled,
-Affection sings.
The bright and desperate,
-Her kisses sting,
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Is there a beauty as soft as you?
a thought
a kiss
the breeze
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A color I would formerly never dare
To bring home, to look-see, to question stare,
To appreciate and not explain;
To recognize desire.
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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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