MARINA GIPPS Poems

Long, tall unsteadied,
calves shaking like a new born colt.
Long, flowing blonde hair,
fair flower child
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Mountains majestic
over blue frozen water.
Nature passing between
hot and cold. That's
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I am congratulated by my inner self.
(For admission does not come easy.)
How many terrorist cells
within my own body?
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By winter.
Playing in the solid, white fluff,
outside the warmth of accustomed
glances. A sleigh ride.
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A skull treading water
As if a fish pounding pavement.
'You must meditate', my guru friend says.
This whole time is electric, shrinking lean.
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Our eyes bend towards light
despite the broadness of bare flesh
clothed in darkness.
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I was told God made me a bed in heaven,
But I must eat dirt to get there.
But the bed was worth it.
Fluffy white and soft.
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There’s a black cumulus cloud over you, Elizabeth, a state of flux
re-organizing your papers, your life. The receipts of various monies
owed on cancelled credit cards, paid haughtily with blank checks
that blanched afternoon you drift away on a sailboat, busy for breakfast,
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Darkness binds us together
without the honesty of light.
Light, with her bright tongue,
darkness, his blind eye.
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Lazy lovers; every word of their diabolical machinations:
Spit bubbles spread over faces, adventure of self-entrapment.
All owed to that luminous sky that held
the longest kiss in the entire world,
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