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The wind is heaving in cloudbursts,
urging me forward with pelvic gusts
towards local storefronts coerced
to acquiesce with the storm front.
My breath bends inwards in outbursts:
gimme shelter or gimme comfort.
I let the thought whirl and disperse;
the hearsay after the hearse click-clunks
with the wind heaving in cloudbursts,
the six lanes of traffic slow to confront
the November burial. It is unrehearsed
to acquiesce with the storm front
or funeral procession. Both are observed
with perversion: what is in the front?
Toward local storefronts, coerced
cellar doors are opened for someone
whose words are heard alike, whether
gimme shelter or gimme comfort.
The breeze will emerge, immerse,
Indulge, and inhale in selfish thrusts—
the wind is heaving cloudbursts
and I am lunglike and overcome
with the brisk whistles of a dirge.
I acquiesce with the storm front,
braced headlong and headfirst
in three of six lanes slowed to a hum.
To ward locals, storefronts coerce
'we're open' signage to turn because
vacancy merges to vagrancy in weather,
so deny me shelter or gimme comfort.
The wind is heaving in cloudbursts
towards local storefronts coerced
to acquiesce with the storm front:
gimme shelter or gimme comfort.
urging me forward with pelvic gusts
towards local storefronts coerced
to acquiesce with the storm front.
My breath bends inwards in outbursts:
gimme shelter or gimme comfort.
I let the thought whirl and disperse;
the hearsay after the hearse click-clunks
with the wind heaving in cloudbursts,
the six lanes of traffic slow to confront
the November burial. It is unrehearsed
to acquiesce with the storm front
or funeral procession. Both are observed
with perversion: what is in the front?
Toward local storefronts, coerced
cellar doors are opened for someone
whose words are heard alike, whether
gimme shelter or gimme comfort.
The breeze will emerge, immerse,
Indulge, and inhale in selfish thrusts—
the wind is heaving cloudbursts
and I am lunglike and overcome
with the brisk whistles of a dirge.
I acquiesce with the storm front,
braced headlong and headfirst
in three of six lanes slowed to a hum.
To ward locals, storefronts coerce
'we're open' signage to turn because
vacancy merges to vagrancy in weather,
so deny me shelter or gimme comfort.
The wind is heaving in cloudbursts
towards local storefronts coerced
to acquiesce with the storm front:
gimme shelter or gimme comfort.
Literature
notesleep
playing my emphases like harp strings
your voice smokes thru the oaken bramble
pour a carbonated apology, a sun-stained
mile marked envelope, two ill-fitted birds,
hands small holes right before a rush of river
what it feels like being swallowed from the outside
crushing rings into truth serum, pretend
to be out of tune with that deception
I have been unable to parse my own persona
a pink cotton voice I remember thru the phone
I remember because it formed me into a granary
one crop after another of patriarchal idioms
whisper my secrets so softly into a glint of red hair
a saucer-eyed lace pattern cut into pine paper
I practice radical self lo
Literature
Awake
Awake
We - are the children of Cygnus
Sagittarius , the Pleiades, Orion, and the Dog Star
Sprung from the womb of the Hypernova
Recycled, Reborn, Eternal
Observe
Times arrow returned to its quiver
Unlimited
Alive - in every moment that has been
or will ever be
Free
From the shackles of the linear mind
and the material wastelands of the Fallen
Pity the mortal and the blind
We dine on starlight
and dance to the rhythm of the fractal void
The heavy metal, rock and roll beat of the Magnetar and Star Quakes
The techo-jazz, thump thump thump of the pulsars
The waltz of the binaries
in their elegant embrace
We ride the big surf of the Broa
Literature
Apocalypta
Dawn breaks soft,
You are sun glare
in the rearview;
and I, the heavy mist
ahead
on a road that forgets to end.
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A personal piece, suffice it to say. I wrote a very flimsy skeleton to it a few weeks ago, and adapted it into a nested villanelle, a form created by ~jswebb. See here for the template: [link] Critique is more than welcome.
For those interested, every time I sat down to work on or revise this piece I had playing in the background: Dire Straits - Telegraph Road.
Shelter© 2012 Nic Swaner
For those interested, every time I sat down to work on or revise this piece I had playing in the background: Dire Straits - Telegraph Road.
Shelter© 2012 Nic Swaner
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This has a very vivid mood.. And you have a delicious vocabulary!