THE DAY
There has been a beating
It is the day
Day sinks into the shadows
Like a wife hiding bruises
Twilight offers a shoulder
And the alcohol of dissipation
Night comes
Alive and coiled
Everything is born
Everything demands its due
The sun has turned away
The moon is beaming
Three am coughs
One sip, if you please
The night tips over
Gives up the ghost
There is a rousing
It is the day
Like nothing seen before
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THE PLANETS ALIGN
Strung across her shoulders
In blotches of pigment
I go to kiss the archipelago
She shrugs away
Presents a sisterly cheek
O, chaste!
Boyfriend’s back
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AN END
She forms out of the twilight
Of the trees huddled in conspiracy
The sly wind is in her cloak
She hisses a fey kiss
The kiss of a ventriloquist
An arrow from 40 paces out
It arrives with a thud
Tastes of verdigris
Clings like a claw
I tumble but not alone
The day falls like a corpse
We two have come to an end
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© Solomon 2009
Solomon's private writing is a balance to what he writes from 9-5.
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