Shannon Harney

What more is there to say-
I've never found so much comfort
in a white page.
I bare my mind to you.
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Rain falls like poetry.
The syllable of a droplet
Announced on the space
Where my hands should be.
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Tip the bottle, tip tip tip
the meat won’t scream; no talking, no asking.
Lid is gone, drip drip drip
this gleaming stream is the first we’ve seen.
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I jot recklessly
on lines of luxury-
Pretentious symbols held heavily.
Oh,
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A black crayon and a white crayon
Have been pulled out of a box,
Each on a pedestal
That varies in size.
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A novel of mind
breaking forlorn into
a cluttered coo of color.
A soft murmur
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Walking home in a concrete canyon
Four Feet find a girl,
nearly tripping over her arms.
Her arms are stretched far and thin;
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This mug
From which I've drunk my tea
Has a dark stain on its floor.
It must have come
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We have resided in
A spacious era
Of quiet assumptions.
A turning of the age
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A game of chess
A king and a queen
Each pulling for pawns
There's black and there's white
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I’ve let the red dirt in the air
kicked up by bare feet
take root in my bones.
I’ve seen a whisper caught in the breeze
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Sun gliding through the breaks in the branches above.
The water dances through my glimmering fingers.
An eagle silently suspended in the lonely sky.
The peace detaches itself from me,
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I close the door to the house
of broken chandeliers
and catchpenny carpet stains.
There is no need to live
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A trip down the coast
Down the stairs
Leads to a flooding basement-
An ocean behind a locked door.
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Giggling from her eyelashes
Chuckling from his belly
Cackling from her nose
And its funny, because
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The love of man will fail.
Ocean to ocean
His allegiance sets sail.
His emotions rise and fall
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My sweet crumbling child;
I found your name in the lights that line the streets of this burning city,
even as the smoke of a newborn cycle
had lifted your morass eyes to mine.
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Summer licks his lips,
lusting after the fair skin of Winter.
The hot season sacrifices everything
for a chance to receive her cool touch.
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My body tells the story of many lifetimes.
Each spans a unique length;
the breath embodying various substances.
It is on this train that I hesitate;
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Somewhere in the deepest region
Where my unsteady secrets hide
There is an arctic arena
Where two opposites collide
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