Rhys Owens Poems

Hold on, stay back.
I leave the gate open
So the demon will creep into me
And I can have my way with it,
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Consult the oracle,
Everyday, ―morning, in the newspaper, at the store.
Or don't.
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The rain hangs now, in Valentine cards, from the trees.
―Waiting, days and nights, to be returned.
Union, as the gods that stand for wholes,
The Living Planet―the Far Off Sky.
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Over hills, blue eyes, the sea:
Across the skies, play your mystic mandolin
The tune of night of Death-returned,
Home, in search of home,
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Honest men never tell lies,
Otherwise they'd lose their rights of existence.
But it isn't honesty that lies in truth.
The fact is that truth doesn't lie;
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I've formed a nervous cough
From some neurotic things that float inside,
And I've been digging through my unconscious
Trying to make it stop.
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You cannot remember this:
I don't expect you to remember.
All the same…
Can you remember the time
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When she sings,
Like a warm salt
Of frost that seldom falls;
A pepper-hot shaker,
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There's a new episode tonight;
a new form that's whipped in shape,
out side of space and time,
for now...
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Sometimes when I get tired
of talking to myself
and all the parts
—out there somewhere:
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