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April 17, 2008
napoleon at seven by ~trumancoyote is rich with surreal images, and if you're into art, you will enjoy them especially. This poem will be in my pocket today. It shall make it a surreal, beautiful day. Read on!
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Literature Text
an old guitarist sitting
on a watercolor hill,
plucking on six strings absent.
two halves of breasts running near
under van gogh's starry night,
under black-white guernica.
everything in all jigsaws,
everything in trepid cubes.
a girl before a mirror
with violin and guitar,
sitting with three musicians
and a woman with her book,
stippling all realities
of intangible maternity.
hours yielding from dalí's clock,
minutes sub-the alchemist
like rain, like raining, like rained—
portraits wilt with abstract smiles.
clear sfumato, oh still life,
napoleon at seven.
on a watercolor hill,
plucking on six strings absent.
two halves of breasts running near
under van gogh's starry night,
under black-white guernica.
everything in all jigsaws,
everything in trepid cubes.
a girl before a mirror
with violin and guitar,
sitting with three musicians
and a woman with her book,
stippling all realities
of intangible maternity.
hours yielding from dalí's clock,
minutes sub-the alchemist
like rain, like raining, like rained—
portraits wilt with abstract smiles.
clear sfumato, oh still life,
napoleon at seven.
Literature
Manuscript
I have written us down, typed us up, and sent us out.
they will edit us, and say some parts are no good.
but I want your run-ons, your lack of punctuation; and you are so easy
on my weak binding, my damaged spine.
Literature
Vagrant Hearts
Ah... the reflection in your eyes
Play across your skin
As your shivering hand reaches out...
Love fades into the sky
Another broken window
Another strip of film
But every night I still see you there
Lying in the tide
Foam rolling silently up legs bare
Are you wishing it pulls you away...?
Now you become the silken sand
Now you are the waves tenderly drowning
Under my stars, forever
Bated breaths into our fire we feed
Singeing flesh, sinking deep
Vagrant hearts
Wandering through ashen night
Sweat glistened memories
Or desires that one day might...
Possessed of us, behind closed doors
I'll be under your thoughts, forever
T
Literature
Tanka Series
1.
dry leaves-
I remember
the perfect spiral
of my worn
pigskin
2.
asking her out
by email
I proofread every word
then-
delete
3.
flipping
to the free space
in my journal-
but how can five lines
hold autumn dusk?
4.
sorority bake sale
the girl I dumped
last year
serves me
a cold brownie
5.
Thanksgiving-
above the
dinner prayer
the howl
of a stray dog
6.
fall carnival
the tarot woman's hand
warm
against my own
7.
even in the cool
of night air
the rose
climbing
her ankle
Suggested Collections
a whiff of grapeshot.
© 2006 - 2024 trumancoyote
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thanks for writing this, it's officially one of the best poems i've read so far here on deviantart