e.e. wilholt Poems

You are gone
From where my feet
Once stood
Shining sand torn and devoured
...

one chocolate
is tasty and irresistible:
another bitter,
good only for baking
...

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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I planted some tomatoes this spring.

Oh, the fruit I bear!
The red tomato
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The color of my
hair (which is
called ash blond, not
dishwater or dirty
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Phantoms mingling in my ghost life
Wail haunting siren songs
Dimly through my sleeping ears
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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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