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Rattler

Posted by Tim at 21:22 on 2010/04/12

Apr 122010

It rattles.
When I shake my head
something in there rattles.
I don’t know what it is.
Odd.
You’d think
that with its proximity
to my brain
I must know.
[What if it is my brain?]

Sometimes my pen
turns rattles in my head
into smudges on a page.

Wiggle Room

Posted by Tim at 16:10 on 2010/04/08

Apr 082010

I send my words
to wiggle their way
into your mind
into your body
Feel my hands
my breath
Squirm a little
and I know
I’ve reached you
It’s not so much a poem
as it is a seduction

Me, the Trees, and the Sky

Posted by Tim at 16:29 on 2010/04/07

Apr 072010

In my hammock I lie
Just me, the trees, and the sky
I swing in my sling and I try
To salve the sting of goodbye
To halve the us into I
I feel what I feel and I cry
And deal until tears are dry
Bereaved, I heave a sigh
The leaves all whisper, “Why?”
She leaves just me, and I
Am alone with the trees and the sky