Zoe Nyght Poems

I am a hopeless romantic, a washed up
cynic, an eternal idealist, a
wild-eyed fatalist and the world is
too much.
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In the stillness of the summer dusk
we drape ourselves around cushioned velvet
and lie, resting,
tired.
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Beneath Zeus-dappled sky, a product of the gods,
we melt into Greek ambiguity.
Slowly, spinning, with our backs to the world and
love-potioned Aphrodite caught in our eyes,
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so i wiped my hands on my brow
and looked at you from
underneath a shaded furrow,
meaningful.
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surf wax and sunglasses,
tidal waves and tanning lotion
sunburnt sullen tragedies,
local SoCal surfers tune their slick,
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In a bloated haze,
says the renegade:
the seconds shrink
as I watch the days and decades
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It’s cold out here. I like it,
back pressed against smooth cement
like sister’s breath on the windowpane.
I light a Marlboro firecracker
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I stepped newly magenta
onto the bus back home today
with all the city fleeing
strangers -
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{Sing Siren, sing sweetly.}
{Sin Siren, sin sweetly.}

I sing songs of sin,
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Swelling, swelling, up-
rising, slow and sad and soft
through throaty silence
cycling, circling up-
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