January 8, 2006

• Drafts again -

  Mp3 here.,

  "I was like a pelican, I needed a long run before I could fly, but I always knew I'd fly, he said...."
  

  Winter Hides Wings
  
  You are
  Fragments
  Of real,
  Figments,
  Filaments
  From home movies,
  Written
  And produced
  By me,
  (You were busy)
  Cornered feelings
  Compost for next year.
  Pigments
  Fade from rose
  To grey roll calls
  With no answers. 

  Wings without bird,
  Wings pinned
  To my wall,
  Bird without wings
  Plummets
  Belly first,
  Falls 
  Into next spring's nest, 
  Spilling eggs,
  Breaking
  Next year's birds
  On the ground 
  Never guarentee 
  spring,
  Winter steals wings.

   

  Draft 2

  Mp3 here.,

  
  Your Morning Cup of Air

  Brave,
  You said
  I was wonderful,
  And brave...
  The night
  You came to me
  To say the words
  Men say
  When they
  Deliver a blow,
  Hoping you'll not
  Join the fallen,
  Fire a shot
  Or bleed..

  You could not see
  That I'm not brave at all
  And do not know.
  I will no longer cry
  Where you can hear;
  Only at night
  When I sit
  In indigo,
  Knowing 
  How many little pieces 
  I've lost to
  Your insistant excavations, 
  Shattering 
  Parts
  Where entire
  Was the only place
  I loved from.

  You invest
  More in me
  Than I do in you,
  You said,
  Investment banker
  To stars
  You invoke
  In poems
  I've just forgotten.
  You can relax,
  And breathe
  I will not love you. 
  As your place in me 
  Narrows 
  Your morning cup of air's
  Now free. 

  pearlbamboo

  copyright  e.p. hodges

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