Bella Luca

She runs the rhymes; runs them smooth
From the crest of her fingertips
She lets them slip; slip without a thought
Onto a page she’ll eventually rip
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You've had enough of autumns bleeding
you're more than ready for winters breathing
but remember to remember
that every crunch beneath your shoe
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Do you know we lock our hearts
tightly in our minds?
That they're the ones that pay the price
of all we leave behind
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J'ai voulu danser,
mais il a plu

et il a plu
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Turning pages; pigeon wings
Pencils scratch paper like halting trains
Pens click painfully: anxiously
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Blue powder yields anxiety;
twitching eyebrows;
pinch yourself into raisins;
pretty doesn’t matter here;
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I am elastic.
Snap them,
Make them sting; the doctors with spider webs crinkled at the edge of their eyes
Ghostly in white coats; they will ignite on these linoleum floors.
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Here, the door is locked,
It clicks like buckling your helmet;
Switch the gears;
Push the pedals;
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Scraps of years in a place where you echo
off every sterile wall, seething in
your silence until all you can hear is
the boxes and boxes of words you stored
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Go, I told them. I told them go, I don’t know why.
Stay.
Pallid are our faces; cotton swabs and sheets of paper with not a single word,
Through the shredder. Through his lips; dry as sand; as scorching feet.
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Atom upon atom upon atom
I know it's insidious
but you tell me to 'go with the flow'
and I do because you're an expert of this world
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Creases in the sofa twisted into mouths,
The clicking of keys crawled on the walls

Like chattering teeth,
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The room resembles freshly fallen snow
Or piano keys
Or the tips of new pair of converse
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Our myopic politicians stew
in star spangled defeat
as families- rich and poor alike-
are thrown out on the street.
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Gather, americans
and we'll have a feast
of broken promises
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And their eyes project
the sunlight
on to the cities
floors
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You better watch out
'cause everyones waiting to see you fall

You sing along in your head
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Just milk it; milk it ‘till it’s gone
Until the magic and wonder flee
Until the thrill of words withdraws and frays
And there’s nothing left for me
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