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Day Sleep
You wait for me in light
You cannot block the night
but only fires
that keep bobcat slender through
salil & nurse-log hemlock
City's same more colors for you
to take away
It is not bad
in darkness
to wrap my head in amber curtains
Something that I have
and no shadow
as of memory
can get in the way
my way
Particulate Matter
sand grains from between the fleas
pressed into my face
to make my face of stone
sedimentary sentiment
left by all the others
volcanoes
and scattering on my shore
not waves but tides
when these grains scream
can't believe
you don't hear me
the sea between
should amplify
my forms of voice
The Lovers Change-- Together
We wait between each other
and call our faces mirrors
and know we've only skin
and wrinkles for the truth
to read before we go
into the change & question
into the lifted leaves
still smoke
We wait between each other
and if we take the knives
for bone or leaves
of muscle
one or both will die
Under Maidenhair Trees
slow winds wake ginkgo leaves
rustling their sheets their selves
dropping their fruits
to stink
It's how they reproduce
You wait for me beneath
their turned gold
They'll call it forced sex
but you reproduce
asexually
like colors in the leaves
Late Waxing Gibbous
This red moon convinces you
you've brought enough fire
into your knives
to draw down the blood
and the blood
on camera
and never stop never be
the blood
on camera
in toilet ditch (no privacy
but it's just blood
that I released
more than I need
to fill the world you bleed
It will take
more than a moon
Prelude Here (The Roof)
I stretch my arms from wire to wire
hanger
for my sheets
to welcome in this symphony
Rain isn't drawn on strings
and closest to conductor I
can only wait for it & pray
thank you, not please
Fire doesn't fall on me
The Luxuries Compete
We'll sell them silence
after selling noise
On every side
alarms to wake
for time for fear
a rattling cool for their beer
their skin (& heat
& water
white wine pipes
and other their
buzzing groan lifting filth
from carpet from shoes
polished by machine
They'll pay
Window Seen
Leather-clap of windblown leaves
draws me to your gone, your grays
window's gray
sky's gray
no clouds but haze
where I set these alarms
traitors to my dreams & dark
You wait for me in light
You cannot block the night
but only fires
that keep bobcat slender through
salil & nurse-log hemlock
City's same more colors for you
to take away
It is not bad
in darkness
to wrap my head in amber curtains
Something that I have
and no shadow
as of memory
can get in the way
my way
Particulate Matter
sand grains from between the fleas
pressed into my face
to make my face of stone
sedimentary sentiment
left by all the others
volcanoes
and scattering on my shore
not waves but tides
when these grains scream
can't believe
you don't hear me
the sea between
should amplify
my forms of voice
The Lovers Change-- Together
We wait between each other
and call our faces mirrors
and know we've only skin
and wrinkles for the truth
to read before we go
into the change & question
into the lifted leaves
still smoke
We wait between each other
and if we take the knives
for bone or leaves
of muscle
one or both will die
Under Maidenhair Trees
slow winds wake ginkgo leaves
rustling their sheets their selves
dropping their fruits
to stink
It's how they reproduce
You wait for me beneath
their turned gold
They'll call it forced sex
but you reproduce
asexually
like colors in the leaves
Late Waxing Gibbous
This red moon convinces you
you've brought enough fire
into your knives
to draw down the blood
and the blood
on camera
and never stop never be
the blood
on camera
in toilet ditch (no privacy
but it's just blood
that I released
more than I need
to fill the world you bleed
It will take
more than a moon
Prelude Here (The Roof)
I stretch my arms from wire to wire
hanger
for my sheets
to welcome in this symphony
Rain isn't drawn on strings
and closest to conductor I
can only wait for it & pray
thank you, not please
Fire doesn't fall on me
The Luxuries Compete
We'll sell them silence
after selling noise
On every side
alarms to wake
for time for fear
a rattling cool for their beer
their skin (& heat
& water
white wine pipes
and other their
buzzing groan lifting filth
from carpet from shoes
polished by machine
They'll pay
Window Seen
Leather-clap of windblown leaves
draws me to your gone, your grays
window's gray
sky's gray
no clouds but haze
where I set these alarms
traitors to my dreams & dark
POEMS
Poems by Elizabeth Switaj (China)
Poems by Elizabeth Switaj (China)
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