A.Z. McCoy Poems

A flame lasts a short time
A dream lasts portions of a night
Handheld devices last five years or so
With how the airwaves blow,
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In our stormy cove
Nightwind howling waves 'cross
silent, praying rocks
A battered roughness
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Don't need a mirror
In a tired, desperate clutter
Tightest of windowless submarine spaces
Realized
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Pixel, pixel, shooting far
Surmising dreams
In unreal/
Savage, electromantic pastels
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Swirl of light and dark
Divided diaphanous murk, this land
Cairns of silt and windblown sand
Through lonely hours
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Once I saw a girl
Her smile swept
Along a song
Of plucked harpwire,
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How far Nostalgia walks,
Her Bouquet held to chest,
In slow stride across
Time-dusted floodplain,
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The plague reached shore long ago
Fed on air, fast food, and movies
And found legs in the dreary rock bottom
Musicians loved it, it made them feel notes
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The clockwork on dawn's ancient levant
Stretches shadows taut
along earthen galley broadsides
The cosmic carousel, this blue and green rock
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Who made these patterns of night and day,
Strung moon to earth and earth to sun,
Catapulted voices from mountain to ravine
If it wasn't in your eyes, would you tell me
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