Catherine Allen Poems

I lie here remembering
Our big telescope.
And seeing the moons of Jupiter.
Like I was up there in space,
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Flowers burn into rising phoenixes
Leaving my heart
Shattered into a million pieces.
Blazing myths singeing the sky
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Demons lay in the wood of the table top,
In the ink of the pen,
In each twisted word formed by my hand.
Writings in which every ghost
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It feels like I am sailing away from a
Concrete monster
On a particularly rickety boat,
Above particularly friged waters
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Hatched into light,
Flown into darkness,
All the years have gone by.
I've looked at things through a pure perspective,
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Behind the absence of form
Colors have slept under
The dark and the void
Rising and rising since the day
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I am at a loss.
For everything.
Tangled like a ball of yarn,
So hopelessly entertwined.
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Stretch my canvas skin over a
Wooden frame of bones
And paint me up with
Twisted Revelries.
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And now I leave my mask outside
The door.
Some sick joke, Your
Horror film sense of humor,
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Perfectionist blood all through these veins.
It spills out without a
Scream or stain,
Dries and cracks on razor blades
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