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Rains

culvert

The rains come

And never really clean

The parking lots and streets

And driveways

Just carry things away

To unseen places

Far away, insensate pools

Oil residue

Creates a kaleidoscopic slick

Upon the water’s surface

As even more spills forth

Churning indefatigably from the culvert’s maw.

© Erik Hansen 2014

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The Burning

Your sonnet burned itself

Into our minds

A brand held lightly

Yet firmly pressed

Screaming its smoky life

Released into the world

To bring ruin upon us all

Cities lie in ashes

In the whispered echoes

Of your love.

 

© Erik Hansen 2014

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Oceans

                                                                      Oceans

The distance

And mists mute the tone

Of the buoy’s bell

Far offshore

Ocean’s metronome

Further off a horn sounds

Ghost calls made for spirits

The living slumber below

Warm bunks and low lights

The soft splashing

Of cold waves

Against the gunwales

The soft rolling

Of something

Unsecured on the deck above.

© Erik Hansen 2014

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Memory

                                                                  deerskull

Dream memories

Of a slap across the face

A hollowness In the belly                            

Aching, twisting fingers

Digging

Pulling

Your heart is a dark moon

Pulling me up

Through acidic waves

To reach

And fall short each time.

 

April 2014

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Watercolors

Still it wells up from below
This unforced feeling
A squalid sketch in charcoal
And chalk
A watercolor washed in blood
This drama In human form.

April 2014

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Darkness

Cracking the carcass open

To peer inside

Mind wide

With anticipation

The colors come and go

Returning home like darkness

Smooth, keen

And sharp

As the blade itself

We are born

To bide our time

And, like darkness,

Bleed our way home.

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