Elizabeth Kudebeh Poems

Henry David Thoreau stated,
“If a man does not keep pace with his companions,
Perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer.”
Linda Ronstadt sang,
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I want to blend.
I want to be swallowed up by the brick wall I pace in front of.
I want to be taken in by the grit and grout.
I want to become one of many,
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A thief has come in
And cut out the ends
To our perfectly woven excuse
And unravel it does
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Eyelids are exaggerated.
Plumped up and sneaking over eye whites.
Bloated and sickly,
Engulfing lashes and all warmth.
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Your snide comments
Made our kisses taste of irony,
That hard metallic sting.
Gone with soft tenderness
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Listen closely…
Let your body go.
Let it fall and hope it lands where it began.
It is of no consequence now, your earthly possessions.
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Between those painted lines you draw
Sits a man who will tell you what really happened.
He replies in gruff tones unfit for virgin ears
And ears brave enough to listen will then have wilted minds.
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I can look
And see a plum
Where there is no plum.
On that tree,
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Please remember
Our sweeter time,
Like nectar on our skin.
When we were young we could love without caring
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With the tapered off finger of the trees
At eye level,
We sit on the rotted out porch
That much closer to the sky.
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