Treasure Island

jonathan Juarez

(Orange CA.)

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magic to sight escape silence
there was a line before this
erased it was, they are everywhere
it happens all the time
o desperate territory what descicions
you make of me, I am simple and
primer and finish out
of no where and know where
I am here right now
told ways of being
' silence is golden '
he needed a line
told to the writer
by his mother just when
he asked her for her
wisest thought
synchronistic wishful thinking of heirlooms
who not that I may not be of why
the worst taunt possible
the greatest thing ever heard
I know of neither so
to bleat stamp shut eneffable
foods blender and pineapple
orange zebra heal my dolphin
with foam cards in bubble wrap
take the wall paper to the heartburn
tell me all about it

Submitted: Friday, December 28, 2012

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  • Patti Masterman (1/14/2013 10:38:00 AM)

    Ha, I love the flow of this thing. It surpasses the laws of logic somehow.. want to buy your technique for
    a million dollah, lol. :) (Report) Reply

  • Steven Ralph (1/2/2013 4:20:00 PM)

    Eraserhead was a great movie and this is a pretty darn good poem. Kind of like the movie. I can see why you named it that. (Report) Reply

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