Josh Terpening Poems

Unholy Feminine Savior

Pale, white lightening shatters traceable trails and patterns - these are instantaneous flashes of pathways of pain, wrapped rather hideously in a pleasurable package. We split our backs and bruised our knees and clasped our chapped palms
And kissed the dirt mount ground.
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Cotton snowflake white
And two nasal collections
Yippee
No need in deciphering equivocality
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At night I prepare for sleep in a soft bed
The moonlight beams dance all night
Long on the ground, I dig, a slave
Shackled to my shovel grasped so tight—
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This morning my soul
Mirrors the sky.
Brilliant are we,
heaven and me.
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Burn your eyes with frozen smiles
Bring the lost souls to bed;
When the steps sink make your while
Into the desert's red.
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How
Greetings go the response to strangers
In the street,
With such a superficial exchange of words
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Weeks of sweltering heat
And I recall chocolate melting
A relief of rain or wind
Exchanged sweat for sweet
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Keen and scouring for hours
In Between a visionary cipher clean,
The banal wisps striving like scratching bubbles.
Yet this swirling ink text must evince squalor,
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A whisper flutters on the wind.
Point of no return
I have come again.
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