007 Challenge
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Lockhart
It is easy here.
It. Is.
Our little corner of the Word
at the end of time.
You reached over my shoulder
swept the change off the counter.
I do feel lucky
and beware.
First Strike capability is by nature
hard and fast.
We can deliver.
Though not in the cards
while here in the stands
we can see the playing field
making the throw to first
and all the promises of the ball
still in play.
Oh, your stained glass body!
It is easy here.
It. Is.
Our little corner of the Word
at the end of time.
You reached over my shoulder
swept the change off the counter.
I do feel lucky
and beware.
First Strike capability is by nature
hard and fast.
We can deliver.
Though not in the cards
while here in the stands
we can see the playing field
making the throw to first
and all the promises of the ball
still in play.
Oh, your stained glass body!
PandoraGlitters
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Man with a Van
Deliver the packing packed
in the back, the desired
stuffings of wardrobes and fast
flicked pages; deliver to the same
who sent. How deliciously
rips the tape! Cardboard
gets its glamor moment as
momentary snow in the air
of new space, white walls
we can paint any way
anyway we can agree! So
agreeable, even receptive.
Man with a Van
Deliver the packing packed
in the back, the desired
stuffings of wardrobes and fast
flicked pages; deliver to the same
who sent. How deliciously
rips the tape! Cardboard
gets its glamor moment as
momentary snow in the air
of new space, white walls
we can paint any way
anyway we can agree! So
agreeable, even receptive.
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Con • fi • dence
I hold the pretty hands
Of her beauty, I am beholder,
And kiss both her knuckles
And sweet phalanges,
Well, feet. I know. I’m older—
Subject of chuckles
By much younger men
Who are confident of their leave
To take her where and when
They choose.
I am less sure, more true,
Not walk hand in hand, but cleave
To her like firing pin:
Shoot. Lose.
Limited choices work best.
Retire I on interest.
Con • fi • dence
I hold the pretty hands
Of her beauty, I am beholder,
And kiss both her knuckles
And sweet phalanges,
Well, feet. I know. I’m older—
Subject of chuckles
By much younger men
Who are confident of their leave
To take her where and when
They choose.
I am less sure, more true,
Not walk hand in hand, but cleave
To her like firing pin:
Shoot. Lose.
Limited choices work best.
Retire I on interest.
PandoraGlitters
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Blood throb is commensurate
with the sounds of traffic
out of my window. I am safer
(white woman mid 40s) safer
walking in Harlem than a young
black man playing basketball.
And this is the sound of traffic.
Bitch whispers ego-
saving face grace into her
compact. This is traffic.
The swoon of geese the sweep
of helicopters over the night
park sky traffic reflecting
the river it races.
I wear a mirror from my neck
so that I can reflect you back
to your love. Trafficking you
is how I love you.
Blood throb is commensurate
with the sounds of traffic
out of my window. I am safer
(white woman mid 40s) safer
walking in Harlem than a young
black man playing basketball.
And this is the sound of traffic.
Bitch whispers ego-
saving face grace into her
compact. This is traffic.
The swoon of geese the sweep
of helicopters over the night
park sky traffic reflecting
the river it races.
I wear a mirror from my neck
so that I can reflect you back
to your love. Trafficking you
is how I love you.
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What to do?
What to do?
A bird calls
From a shade.
That peels an orange
on the steps.
That places a call,
then fingers the change slot.
Nothing there but a mania
that is desperate for a return call.
I pat my pockets down.
Change, keys, iPod, pen.
Ready to go always.
Last night, the trees were empty.
No call. Walking home walking home.
Alternating, hopscotch. One or the
Other.
What to do?
A bird calls
From a shade.
That peels an orange
on the steps.
That places a call,
then fingers the change slot.
Nothing there but a mania
that is desperate for a return call.
I pat my pockets down.
Change, keys, iPod, pen.
Ready to go always.
Last night, the trees were empty.
No call. Walking home walking home.
Alternating, hopscotch. One or the
Other.
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Chalk Outline
morning cement wrists are
wrapped
in wide ribbons whose red
is just memory sketched
in white to remember
where she was laid
out like this on the warming
cement
ankles also ribboned
here and here there is a trail
along the crack
this marks her silhouette
and his which are the span
of wings and bangle of toes
Chalk Outline
morning cement wrists are
wrapped
in wide ribbons whose red
is just memory sketched
in white to remember
where she was laid
out like this on the warming
cement
ankles also ribboned
here and here there is a trail
along the crack
this marks her silhouette
and his which are the span
of wings and bangle of toes
PandoraGlitters
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On a sheer face, thumbs
lose importance. It is the toes
that matter more and the little
staple of fingers in holds.
Carefully, carefully, find, pull
it a little and test your weight
but only a little. We made this line
up the map before.
I remember this as I look down
on your head and your fingers.
You are fast once you decide to
trust your weight
to the two small holds in your hands
and find a scramble spot to press
your knees but we dare not glance
down, up, at one another
until the toes find purchase.
Watch where my toes have been.
Then you can spend
a little more gaze on scenery.
On a sheer face, thumbs
lose importance. It is the toes
that matter more and the little
staple of fingers in holds.
Carefully, carefully, find, pull
it a little and test your weight
but only a little. We made this line
up the map before.
I remember this as I look down
on your head and your fingers.
You are fast once you decide to
trust your weight
to the two small holds in your hands
and find a scramble spot to press
your knees but we dare not glance
down, up, at one another
until the toes find purchase.
Watch where my toes have been.
Then you can spend
a little more gaze on scenery.
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Love this one!
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Tzara
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I agree with Desejo. This line especially
Really good image, Dora.
PandoraGlitters
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Thank you two. Good to know what is working. 
Tzara
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That's so apt an image that I wonder if you climb yourself.Thank you two. Good to know what is working.
I don't, but I know people who do, and, yeah, they sometimes have to staple their fingers into the shelf to climb it.
Either way, perfect image.
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One Rule of Theatre Games according to Emily Levine, "You couldn't deny the other person's reality; you could only build on it."
For the large man sleeping on the A train
over five seats, this is a sofa nap
and we are tv.
Get him a lamp and a beer!
I will demonstrate how
collars are brighter ala 1956
clotheslines
with a smile that denies
the possibility of lynchings.
I am thin enough to fit in across.
Between the leg spread man and elbow
woman, I am framed
subversive element
close captioned
on candid camera.
For the large man sleeping on the A train
over five seats, this is a sofa nap
and we are tv.
Get him a lamp and a beer!
I will demonstrate how
collars are brighter ala 1956
clotheslines
with a smile that denies
the possibility of lynchings.
I am thin enough to fit in across.
Between the leg spread man and elbow
woman, I am framed
subversive element
close captioned
on candid camera.
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PandoraGlitters
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Telebegged for scraps
of nonprofit income granted
Ralph Nader's bastard children
donor number 827 said
"you people down in the city
think we are all hicks
anyway so why should we care
about your fresh water supply? Why
not build our malls and our farms
where we like?"
"Oh, Ma'am," I said, "I am originally
"from Kansas and have no business
calling anyone else a hick!" True.
Watershed, too.
Another 36 dollars for NYPIRG
but more for me because
I remembered no address
brings me higher
or lower than the first
squat two bedroom
built of Grandmother's garden.
Plump dove, mighty raven know
your beauty is held in wide
arms that will not weigh
nor lift, just embrace
your rich body and wealth
of words.
of nonprofit income granted
Ralph Nader's bastard children
donor number 827 said
"you people down in the city
think we are all hicks
anyway so why should we care
about your fresh water supply? Why
not build our malls and our farms
where we like?"
"Oh, Ma'am," I said, "I am originally
"from Kansas and have no business
calling anyone else a hick!" True.
Watershed, too.
Another 36 dollars for NYPIRG
but more for me because
I remembered no address
brings me higher
or lower than the first
squat two bedroom
built of Grandmother's garden.
Plump dove, mighty raven know
your beauty is held in wide
arms that will not weigh
nor lift, just embrace
your rich body and wealth
of words.
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PandoraGlitters
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Only once on a fakey climbing wall. I am afraid of heights. 
I do admire people who can do it.
I do admire people who can do it.
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Me too. I can't even watch video taken of people in high places. The climactic scene in the James Bond film A View to a Kill (which is a fight on top of the Golden Gate bridge) makes me physically ill.I am afraid of heights.
I have lived in Seattle or the Seattle area all my life and have never been up the Space Needle.
On the other hand, I am not at all scared of poetry!
I know. That doesn't exactly resound with boldness. I'm working on that.
What the World is Waiting For
The hills divide here. They are like horses moving through brush.
Swat at their hindquarters, brush the dust off.
Brush the dust off.
This is where the hills divide. This gate is the whole of the World
That you enter again and again. No comings or goings. No "yes."
-or "That!"
I wish I could see your hands. They would tell me so much.
How they might grip the bannister coming down the tower.
The hills divide here. They are like horses moving through brush.
Swat at their hindquarters, brush the dust off.
Brush the dust off.
This is where the hills divide. This gate is the whole of the World
That you enter again and again. No comings or goings. No "yes."
-or "That!"
I wish I could see your hands. They would tell me so much.
How they might grip the bannister coming down the tower.
PandoraGlitters
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Faith
As the truck comes
downhill, I stand still
in the middle of the road
because you are driving.
I believe you can
steer with one hand and
open the door
to hook me in the other arm.
When I smell deisel,
I flinch but do not flee
from the glass I can see
through as it comes.
As the truck comes
downhill, I stand still
in the middle of the road
because you are driving.
I believe you can
steer with one hand and
open the door
to hook me in the other arm.
When I smell deisel,
I flinch but do not flee
from the glass I can see
through as it comes.
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PandoraGlitters
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hula hoop shadows relieve
heated sidewalk in orbiting strips
these are the boundaries of your
interest this given hour
that summer hunger you will feed
spoonfuls of lemon
heated sidewalk in orbiting strips
these are the boundaries of your
interest this given hour
that summer hunger you will feed
spoonfuls of lemon
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Nasturtium blooms along low vines.
Resist the urge to duck. They duck, too.
Nasturtium blooms in you, defines
the photogenic dinners. Native wines
enshrine my nighttime talks with you.
Nastertium blooms in me; wound vines
fast knees, our fingers. Winds. Unwinds.
We wake to waterlily and bamboo. Bloom
in every way that word defines.
On new bamboo, nasturtium climbs
the hollow rod to tip, sips dew
from tender roots to strong, grown vines.
Morning panes cast bright designs
on us. Resist the call, undo
the rising day as yesterday defined
and cling with me this day to signs
that we can build arbors anew
to better anchor these young vines.
No roof stays rain. No fence defines.
Nasturtium blooms along low vines.
Resist the urge to duck. They duck, too.
Nasturtium blooms in you, defines
the photogenic dinners. Native wines
enshrine my nighttime talks with you.
Nastertium blooms in me; wound vines
fast knees, our fingers. Winds. Unwinds.
We wake to waterlily and bamboo. Bloom
in every way that word defines.
On new bamboo, nasturtium climbs
the hollow rod to tip, sips dew
from tender roots to strong, grown vines.
Morning panes cast bright designs
on us. Resist the call, undo
the rising day as yesterday defined
and cling with me this day to signs
that we can build arbors anew
to better anchor these young vines.
No roof stays rain. No fence defines.
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