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stop counterculturalism now

A Graduate Student Avoiding his Ph.D., Being Productive,
or Being Creative and Useful in Any Real Way...

Tuesday, April 15

If you look under the shoestep and think and know of the ballerina
With eyes painted, lips parted, suspended moment, unlocked from
Fixations which arise, doors and frayed edges exposed
Unready to open hearts and embrace and set the stage of anonymity

If you place your hands sideways alongside untold avenues of hers
With sandpaper breath and soft wrinkled words from forever with
Surefire tremble pitch collapse and forget the night and endless endlessly
I think you will blast an open parting and drenching pipes will howl alive

On wisdom's knee you will draw a parallel and as I won't give in
You will never fail to amazing memory and sift on to undernuanced weathering
Transgressions to favor and perfection to behold the beating and wealth of assured
Transitory unrequited love, she will fall head first hands forward, eternal

On melody as brave unsteady mourning, on empty day and night
On yearning, --On standing, --On promising, --On all you have
All you need all on forgery --On onward ahead, --On on again, --On unsurely insane
On the end of misery and hope to avail us once again to the endless end
posted by Brent, 12:33:00 AM

2 Comments:

Your poetry is pure sex. In fact, I just had myself a little fantasy of someone whispering this poem in my ear... and shivers. Shivers. Any problems you think there are with your second stanza are all in your head.

I am blushing!!!

I'm off to take a cold shower now...
commented by Blogger Jordy, 11:48 PM  
wow
commented by Blogger Asterisk 8, 9:18 AM  

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