Zane Gilley

It hung there, dormant stirred by only wind,
A barely twisting nod, the greeting swing.
And armed by one with ivy loose entwined,
It torqued awaiting, someone or something.
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When the proverbial
has become
a sanguine languish,
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The barrels burn the unpaid fines, yesterday's news,
and fast food wrappers, licked clean to warm the fingerless
gloves that stray too close to the fire and too far
from the identity of a brown bag store.
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The global tide awashed up on the Thames,
The whales and sharks to dine in finest flair
And witness bearing Herculean flames
With lessers left unthroned with gasps for air.
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Erected high on sun white sand
Are fantastic golden castles
Made to order by dreaming architects.
Now we shall dance together
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When johns with shriveled egos come to find
That paid relationships oft further bring
Despair and lonely apathy to mind,
The pricks of love administer their sting.
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A knock on wood is but the courtesy
When police whims suffice to cast their sights
To enter homes with all impunity
Of violated men's defensive rights.
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When each transaction must be written down,
Recorded for perusal by the law,
When people become known by what they own,
Instead of showing others who they are,
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The blood gets curdled, paralyzed by stripe
With feelings delicately played and soothed
By televising horrors - mindless tripe
Enacted by the witless and untoothed.
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When Jefferson his Declaration wrote,
Encircled by the fellowship of friends,
Decrying tyrannies of bloody coat,
The freest men used violence for amends.
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The earth conceals itself from all desires,
As what a man pursues, another flees.
What soothes one's troubled soul, can minds inspire -
Ascending heights or drag them to their knees.
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They prance about like Englishmen at play,
And act like nothing matters on the stage,
Except to make one feel that life is gay,
While puppets dance and hide the wars they wage.
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The goods are stewed in blackest ebony.
Escape is hopeless, caught and chained afresh.
Disease brings little death from agony
Composed by festered stench of flesh on flesh.
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Forgotten wagon wheel, forsaken lot,
What dust was thrown off burdened tracks it took,
Regretting ventures unknown, forsook,
Until by master's hand, replacement sought?
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The children weaving future's contraband
Will toe-reform the sand to castles grand
And cross the waving line to sleights of mind.
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Some nights the hateful women scream at me
Midst kisses running down my head and back.
The bellows shake the windows violently.
Illuminations always fade to black.
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Renewed sunlight rebirthing green array,
Above, below - The heated life is brought
To vibrant hues in March, April, and May
Upon which youthful eyes in verdance caught.
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Angular tightening Nova
of strings swarming
on the horizon
of knotting.
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Fires of Olympia
dormant
by smoky torrents
of acridity.
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Dark clouds glitter
through the cold
soaked schools of glimmering
pensiveness broken only by fears
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