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Poem of the Day — Rubber Gun

Rubber Gun

 

Hiding in pressure

Squeezed into highlights of desire

I twist the lemon, too smart for sensation

 

Bolder than rocks

We separate the horizon

Burning skylines; stretching hearts.

 

Yellow smog choking our ideas

Glance, avoid reaction

In action we fly

 

Tricking the seasons into weather

Ornate coping systems to design

Windows of cupped hands

 

Catching the fears in distant trembling

Caving in staid closure

Die in delivered cleanliness

 

Tight fitting feathers fill the pillow

To rest instead

Climb hills of majesty

 

Shimmering light captures escape

Locked in flames

Built in channels

 

Shot in the bouncing dark

Final

Spin

 

Copyright PTL March 9th 2016

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