Randy Resh

Ashlar is lying on my chest
claws dug snug into mine rising
falling breast;
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SKYCAP


She has her wings
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Drawing the dreams
of a hundred suitors
stroking her silver bow
diaphanous, duplicitous
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You can always tell the staff from travelers
by pace demeanor and dressing

those leaving bouncy beaming
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Isn't it romantic

how the chrysalids land on the ice cubes
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?
Ignorance, my adversary,
tempt me with a wish;
absolve my conscience
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You are my living
elegy

Breathing beating beasting feasting
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She is cleaning again
feather duster in hand
Uniform tuxedo
fanning flourish feminine
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THE GIRL FROM CHANDLER


She can be merciful
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She is under the canvass canopy
big top spotlit starlet she
mirror ball dew bed sequined spinning
pigment waters for wearing
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PERFECT GENTLEMAN


My finest coat flung over puddles
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We are jumping rope together
we are jumping rope together
unwinding naughty knots of tether
we are jumping rope together
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they were all but

replicas inadequate
second rate jigsaw
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Clean slate every day they
Keep you moving when
You're not bored stiff waiting
...mmm...
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This indigo night
wildest orchids

Strange twisting eels
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Dare we sleep-skate thinnest ice
steel blue tattoo splice of life
lip-synch fathom's phantom then some
smokey saffron Sanskrit poem
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Buddha beatific,
ORAtoric rhetoriffic
Howlin’ Harlequinne Heirophant:
Tongue-
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POET SHOULD BE

A poet should be romantic as spring
chocolate and cherry
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In her sights:
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A Demain


Beauty of brevity
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