e.e. wilholt

You are gone
From where my feet
Once stood
Shining sand torn and devoured
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one chocolate
is tasty and irresistible:
another bitter,
good only for baking
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Two moons circle
a remote garden planet
The moon spirits become restless
and go down to walk the garden path
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**

The play of passion
in her eyes is
...

Red river rushes
Beating and slapping away
Through the loops of its system.
Bounding arteries harden
...

I want
To hide
From the heavy
Hand of violence.
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The color of my
hair (which is
called ash blond, not
dishwater or dirty
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I planted some tomatoes this spring.

Oh, the fruit I bear!
The red tomato
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Phantoms mingling in my ghost life
Wail haunting siren songs
Dimly through my sleeping ears
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Death may only be a sneeze
A moment’s expulsion
Scattered-germs
A casting-away come forth
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Weary:
A perilous pendulum
swings
to and fro
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* * * *

I.
Fate is father to man
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Never have I slept so soundly
As when I have been falling,
Hurtling to dark vermilion depths
Unknown and doom impending
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I'm the early blush on a
late-blooming rose
waiting for the sun's hot kiss
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Another two-dimension day
Of white walls and linoleum halls
Fades into dusky nothing.
Boredom bears a kicking, screaming devil child,
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Lost at sea, in a fog of stinking
Sorrow drifts a derelict boat,
Wreck of a bum sinking
Slow. Few remnants of thinking
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**
Black velvet views herself in her
Looking glass; my window frames
Her dark portrait outdoors. The moon
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**

Blinding darkness of a cave
Hurts anger-ridden eyes.
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On quiet days
I’m a gold-haired
Child giantess
Wading in the big lake pond.
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(original title: “Sketches in Abstract”)

I.
Many years have
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