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The second poem was intent on having an italic title.
Prompts: 1, 2 [1,2]

Open my eyes, I see sky
a hawk flies from the fringe of a chimney,
gold torching the bleak gray sky,
talons carrying the marionette
body of a ground walker--

the wind bruised his feathers
with each flap;
the smell of the nowdistant          chimney
massaged his nose

he closed the tomb of his wings
and settled on the branch
of a golden wattle
whose roots reached into pumice.

today, he thought, i will turn things to color.

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i was borne
out of the center of a spiderweb
with spiderstring hair
and six invisible
spider eyes
but today
i think
through a misconception
i’ve grown a set of non-spider wings.

As far as I know, there was no extremely violent storm in Boston at the time of that conversation, but what do I care, I'm a poet |V . The title is the last line.

here,
invisible arcs of the sun
create brilliant blue auroras
softly dancing on this polar platform
although a few
softer greens
move quietly and deliberately
for hours on end.

beneath,
the red echo of sprites and elves
leaps up in finger-shaped branches
for a fifty-mile long
hand shake.

past,
blue jets from cloudtops
and the invisible tension
of a million raindrops
nervous over gained weight.

under,
an onslaught
of falling bodies
unites with ceilings, concrete,
dirt, rivers, upward palms

a telegraph operator
with no batteries
asks
“How do you see my writing?”

today there are five poems. the short of it is all of these were inspired by pictures of the same name. except swank. because pharao is a silly name for a duck-shaped space vehicle.


swank
cruising through caelum
on her ladyship anatida
her sails poised to catch
a stellar wind

we are going places!
there is so much to see
sweet nebulas
and beautiful aliens
and i am all caught up
in this
desertion.

colourful lights
these are explosions
a million miles away
eta carinae, betelgeuse,
sirius, you were all bound
to go sometime
but look
from their skeletons
a thousand little children are crawling out.

Open my eyes, I see sky
turned things ninety degrees today
turned things only spring today
turned things one eighty degrees today
turned things upside-down today
turned things two seventy degrees today
turned things into color today
turned things three sixty degrees today
turned things inside-out today
and you wouldn't believe the view!

Underwater lovers
entwined,
i am
with you
stuck in this array of circumstances
carried away on
a          current
but i guess

it’s okay
if it’s you.

gaudy
garish
graces

i would rather
be clumsy.