The Progression Concept
It’s you.
Shaping my life line and holding my face gently.
Peeling eyes open,
surgically still,
‘could never deny you - not even your existence.
“Let these words be holy.”
“Let these words be holy.”
Let them read well.
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I would pace the floor from kneel to standing ovation.
”indeed he would crush his own face.”
Crush
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I would hold my breath
until only exaltations were exhaled.
“his fists were prayers clenched.”
Indeed.
Indie.
In.
Die.
(pass)
You planted me in dirt, Lord.
In fucking dirt!
I grew roots in it…
Gripping the east and west.
By the earth’s elements, flood.
By her elements, sun bake.
The earth, my home.
My present prison.
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I became the elements,
‘got used to the sun.
‘enjoyed the water.
It’s been you,
Shaping my life line and holding my face gently.
Ó2008 Jonathan DeLucia, all rights reserved.
read comments (0)Merrick has yet to perform
Literal constructive pages.
Has little to do with the dance thus far.
Has yet to publicly break the code to the audience.
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have no words been kept for this holiday?
…none public?
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for the sake of pretty faces
can language be a new?
Tongue?
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Merrick, look!
Are there no holes?
No escape for steam and smoke?
How have the towers along your back ‘been?
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There are sentences for the sake of touch
and prelove.
There is truth for the birth stems.
There is relaxation in intimate conversation.
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The hands of Merrick:
Fold in clasp behind him.
Ó2008 Jonathan DeLucia, all rights reserved
read comments (0)Word has it; the alchemists have extracted logic from weeds, stickers and poisonous plants. The Carnivore Carnival spread jokes like flooded tubes. *banc* is their safety word. Rumor has it we have all rolled over and are all pending. We’re being influenced, subtly.
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Cros
Cros
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Cross
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‘want to poke my figgin eyes out…
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Cross
It’s ok.
It has to be.
I’ve turned myself over
and over.
Cros
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All day
my eyed were clenched.
Grip tightened with both temples.
“trying to know this one”
Clench controlled body movement
and took it captive.
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Couldn’t say she hasn’t seasoned my thoughts on the hour.
Can’t say I don’t admire.
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The first new skin
Covered me with her halo
and glitter.
And on the screen my jaw drops.
Nope, couldn’t say
I don’t admire
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A blank canvas today,
soaked in gas.
Clench
Has
Made
My neck hurt.
They call in circles
and wind their gears.
They open the gates I think…
That’s what they tell me.
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Love on my left hand,
I’m ok.
I was blessed to
*hug your neck* last night.
New child in right hand
Makes the palm easy
Your making it easier, girl.
The palm easy.
Ó2008 Jonathan DeLucia, all rights reserved
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