Zoe Nyght Poems

I reach out a
bright, big, bug-eyed hand to the
World,
whose grasp reflects intense, childlike candor
...

I dip my feather pen into you,
ink bottle of inspiration,
as I dip my tongue into you
your perspiration,
...

Happiness is a ballpoint pen
Happiness is irrelevant
Happiness is
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love-hungry teenage boy ripe
for the fruit of the world, yearning
for a taste of satisfaction, you buckle your
knees at every passing vine and fall to the earth
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The scent of rain makes me feel like

getting nothing done - just lying all day on my goose feather bed
with pen in hand and the soft rumble at my sill -
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Amidst a raucous background, I blend myself
with the noise
as a chameleon does.
I crawl through pulsing colors on painted walls,
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gentle sands falling
silently through my fingertips,
blowing dandelion style in the
swaying
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Mother told me she was writing, she
grinned and read enthusiastically from her
notepad, “Love is like a bird, love is who you
are, ” and I cringed into a smile, loving
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Black converse, green converse,
vintage.
We three are strung together by
the shoelaces in our hearts
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He said

in a moment of retrospect,
with murky eyes
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