shimon weinroth Poems

a realm of grasp
bitten by chance
turned coat
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twinkling out
disappear from the screen
without requiem or resurrection
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there's a fly on the wall,
plastic paint lines the hall
lived in corridors, body smells infatuate
mists of metabolisms fog the brain
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heads when pillowed
have a different outlook,
anatomies cushioned
adjustments stream lined,
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fuzzy velvet smooth and silky soft
waves of fabric seduce contact
lingering caresses, fondle,
gliding, smooth the surface yet again
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I phoned
And you answered
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Autumn is here
And the nights cooler and clear
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The children of the womb
Faced with the atomic bang
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She was gone
Long before she left
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Time Is the adjective
Of the noun called space
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