Lisa Zaran Poems
|1.||Where's Your Tambourine Now, Sleeping Bear?||7/19/2005|
|3.||Dedication To Those Unfairly Undone||12/14/2008|
|4.||For A Girl||7/4/2010|
|8.||A Dream Of Her Concern||3/5/2006|
|9.||The Blues Are All The Same||7/19/2005|
|15.||Absolving The Eye||6/13/2004|
|16.||Love Is Believable||7/21/2006|
|18.||The Great Ones||7/20/2005|
|20.||The Troubled Boy||7/21/2006|
|21.||The Best Thing||6/13/2004|
|25.||How We Are||5/30/2005|
|26.||Talking To My Father Whose Ashes Sit In A Closet And Listen||7/20/2005|
|27.||The Men In My Dreams||5/30/2005|
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The Men In My Dreams
All the men in my dreams
I turn away and there they are.
Staring at me with their spotless faces.
I wish I could say
what color their eyes are
or whether they have straight teeth.
At first I think I am in love with them.
That perhaps they are my lovers.
But knowing tells me they are only there
to commit some small violence.
As they reach out with large hands,
what I want folds in on itself.
I wish to go, I long to escape,
but can not.
Just as they are close
enough to touch me,
I wake up, fists closed to reject.
Absolving The Eye
We drink to the night.
To tradition. To the lake's
tinsel. To the goose bumps
crawling across our skin.
To the palest moon
I have ever seen.
To the tapering of trees.
To the hand's eye.