The Eclectic Pen - Structure


By: Eva L. (wearetrees)   + 37 more  
Date Submitted: 3/20/2011
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 82
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  Say a word that I might have
A word
against me
a bone against which to brace
and hunger for,
menace and misuse,
or
defer to

(A slip of the tongue is still sustenance)

A warning,
Or a summons
Some common moral bane
with which I can measure the distance between
things

love

and panic

Ive come to learn
some signs are closer
than they appear,
not hanging on the metallic horizon but
nearer the vein
There

just beside the swollen pore, the tastebud
the resemblance unreal
to all those real things we displace

with our words


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ericjasongastelum - 6/16/2011 5:53 PM ET
you haunt me
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