Randy Resh Poems

Ashlar is lying on my chest
claws dug snug into mine rising
falling breast;
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SKYCAP


She has her wings
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Drawing the dreams
of a hundred suitors
stroking her silver bow
diaphanous, duplicitous
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You can always tell the staff from travelers
by pace demeanor and dressing

those leaving bouncy beaming
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Isn't it romantic

how the chrysalids land on the ice cubes
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?
Ignorance, my adversary,
tempt me with a wish;
absolve my conscience
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You are my living
elegy

Breathing beating beasting feasting
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She is cleaning again
feather duster in hand
Uniform tuxedo
fanning flourish feminine
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THE GIRL FROM CHANDLER


She can be merciful
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She is under the canvass canopy
big top spotlit starlet she
mirror ball dew bed sequined spinning
pigment waters for wearing
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