Martin Byrne

To stare into a swamp of a face
Bogged with lily pads
And tainted with twin waterfalls
Cascading down the soft curvatured plane
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Amber, is the wasp
Stuck in the sap
The color of your hair?
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The rain dropp races
Across my window
As the car shoots by
Guard rails and young girls
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The difference between a pen and a printer
Lies in the direction given by biological motions
The human creation standing apart from any other ink
A mind in every word
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I would listen to ocean echoes
Of whales, millions of miles away.
The soft tone of their moan
Something felt more than heard.
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Time winds away
In a very depressing way
While I stare at the bay
And the ocean grinds me down.
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I dreamed that there was a poem
That could bring you to my arms.
Its words so soft and gentle
Like waves of grass drifting in wind.
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On our way home,
By the road,
In a yellow-grass farm field,
A small stream freezes into
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It moves from left to right
It moves right to left as well
Down the torso, like a vicious
Ski slope, unhappy from a spell
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It creeps up slowly sometimes you know?
Sometimes it’s better that way…
Like snow building in your backyard
Go to sleep with a light dusting and
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Milady my party has been out
Roaming the countryside
Protecting the peasantry
The only thing is, we can find no
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I'm tired and through
with your overbearing omega's
your endless epsilons
and your detracting deltas
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It splinters into me
Places I can't hack with an axe
Pieces of fragments of unkempt wood
Piercing and impregnating me, I am not dumb
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I've started walking with a swagger
That t.v. done stabbed me with it's dagger

MTV is the life of flat-top hats and surreal mansions
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I want: Sex like a think pale tangent of
thread from the cusp of my cuff. Aware
of it's seeming benign innocence yet in full
acknowledgment of it's power to undo, untwine, and
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I is dead
Went to bed alone
Felt the alone
Alone so thick you
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To slip and slide
In and out with the tide.
That even and harmonious
Typhoon at our back
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Blood so pure
No disease without cure
Of flesh and molecules
A cancers great end
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Infinite in the distance
And a train ride with the pistons
Make hard the freight of warriors
Fraught with fright of miles
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