jane heart

you know it burns the very light out of you
steals the show
makes away time seem pointless
and conversations nothing but
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Swashes of bold grain wake me
As I drive.
The plains are mesmerizing.
A greenish and grateful wellspring picks
...

A search for oblongs
will dispel
the fractal splay of hands and shoots.
A search for manatee
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Finally a wage for our trade in open arms,
wishes and fine, handsome eternities.
A book and then God!
A smile then a plush, revealing nod to
...

this is where we stand, my love
this is the grass re-trod,
this the lambs frisking trail
seedy beneath gums.
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Where were you when the wind broke stems and hurled stuff
like no other wind?
Were you standing against the still cliff?
Hiding blind...mixed up, lost?
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Haunting still my flavour
and repose -
a remembered story of the shackle
and rose.
...

Three walls tower between us
like lead.
I cannot see you...it's as if you were dead.
Wave to me and the breeze might take it,
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all fine and decidedly sunny near the secret dream.
Taken to extreme lengths and pulverized into smoke -
this dream.
refracting lenses of livid light-
...

this is what I give you -
the sweet fade of faces remembered,
the called fragments of a name once loved,
the peaches and plums we hauled together
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a subtle fragrance - woe and mead
a gregarious inheritance - wishful indeed.
A solitary buckle wraps around me with aromas of pity
for whatever's in need.
...

little soul week but wild,
scrabbling in the murky ether
How do you feel
When I shudder
...

the pock-marked sand explodes,
the wind torn sea grass decomposes
with odours rich in death
and vegetable destitution.
...

mired and alone, with grime and
below the wall
a pit congealed
with a passive past.
...

Where the light burns
A candy cane congeals into a wad of peppermint
hatred that bends the holiday...
Where stress turns
...

Aches and bitters, tongues of dream
react in frothing rancid streams
If a bubble spluts and pops...the time
of irritation stops.
...

tailing me I thought so
well, you have a tail
are you a rodent planet sneaking into
the void?
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Laughing hands blush against the water,
bubbling green
From ports unseen.
Cupped to my lips,
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There was a cane-ship making landfall
in the mist.
A cargo brimming,
greed and sanctions against Man.
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sing alot of traces,
silences and faint places
little things that breathe in bursts
of wasps and fledgling birds.
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