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electric stump
seed
tan bricks and six years, the clock continues to tick
you pull the tooth that receives the radio signals
and still, the ringing emanates from within
foreign objects inside the temple
because you never asked, in a sea of assume
your bones will be sawed—retooled
lighter fluid sprayed on the fire
thoughts of freewill lodged inside a marionette
the double-helix of a predetermined straightjacket
how to put one foot, in front of the other
marching toward your solitary discovery
where faces of your ancestors look down from the sky
Copyright secured by Digiprove © 2015 V Perrotti tell me your lie
when my truth
is your lie,
speak to me
of your lie
where is your
lie?
where is it,
when it takes
too long to see?
when it dwells
in decay
your lie
is 4.5 billion-years-old
but it is no matter
to me,
your lie
is the truth
to me
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crow’s feet
Exhibited at the 32nd Annual Juried Photography Exhibit,
Suffolk Art Gallery from 03-05-16 to 04-15-16.
Published on the Virginian-Pilot’s Local News Section
(03-08-15). It is number three of four in the slideshow
included with Mary Reid Barrow’s
“Colorful Birds Visit From the North When Food is Scarce.”
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lucy lived in the trees
but sometimes
she climbed down
to fall forward
with each step
and to catch herself
with each step
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“But if it had to perish twice,” Robert Frost
base camp
and mere bodies
camaraderie
eternal youth
of reach
life & death
will kiss the face
hard to hold
your granite cold
finger ledge
your crystalline
thoughts
your subterranean
face – rising
eight legged
exoskeleton drift
across
fear-of-falling
finger-legs
reach and hold
your chipped face
smear
the expansive sky
rising above
valley below
the bird’s eye view
set upon
a knife’s edge
cracked hearts
covered in chalk
and tape
bleeding boxes
sacrificed
on the stone-face
monolith
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you departed
by
the stream
turned
into
a meadow
surrendering
your
fawn
to wobble
on fairy-tale
legs
an empty vessel
shaking
in winter
your fawn
i took
to hold
and fed
his spots
molasses
growing
ravenous
his antlers
a majestic
rack
of finger lakes
melting
the prophetic
snow
feeding
a summer-lake
catharsis
he did
lure
a fair maiden
captivated
by
his berth
with lake
held high
above his head
she plunged
into
his depths
her buoyancy
she did
surrender
the fair maiden
loved
the mighty stag
and he did
return
her love
and his mother
grew for me
flowers
pushed up
through
the warm earth
i picked
them
for the wolf
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