Elvis Lantan

I heard the poets
How they spoke
“Don’t leave me, ” they said—
“We’re going home now.”
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Between a rose and a treasure box
From the window of that shop, I chose you

But of all I have and all I need
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I envy the painters
Those that create mountains
And dispose of grief with subtle beauty
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I love you when you are in a quiet stare
Away from me—
When I whisper, ‘I love you’
And my words do not reach you
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The piano came to me
It could not find the right key
Apparently it was looking for a door
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Everyday a blank page asks
What do you have to say?

How should I answer?
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'What a stupid man'—said those who were wise
Those who dominated math
And perfected every language
'How useless, ' they said as they marched away
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All of us poets (if you will)
Write about certain girls
And of all the girls we meet
Only of them we wish to go on writing
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The hands on the clock move so fast
They do not seem like hands at all
They’re like feet that walk in circles
For so long that things change
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Seems I go blinder everyday
And every day I become less of a writing man
Who knows what’s going on?
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Compare the mountain of my love to Everest
Seemingly, a lessened mountain it would be
It does not touch the heavens like I
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So far the world I have inherited
Is plagued with murder and disease
Youth dying at daybreak
And old men who are kept in a box
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When it went away
I folded-
Into the shape of a rock
Or something of equal feel
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The old strings of this guitar
they argue with my fingers

Perhaps the E string
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How could I not grow weary?

I see your hands
How they have aged
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So poets came and went
Singing songs and writing of girls loved
And I remained amongst them
Watching them love
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The profound abysmal depths
Where I reconcile
Is birth-giving to this adore
Surely it keeps me existent
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Where are you now
somehow my dreams are real
and in the world of logic
stats and mathematics
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Send us from the skies
Clarity
A fistful of freedom
Send us truth
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I used to crowd the street with words
Stepped all over songs left to rot away
Held to something
Someone took with them
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