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a stone's throw

i hang back at the edge of darkness
from a noose on a willow, swinging
yet somehow still breathing blue
waiting to find you under a daylight half-moon
dreaming of the last gasp and the completed beat
breaking me like a toe breaks the surface tension of a tidal pool
ocean water purity
polluting thought with the friction of waves
tegument tug of war
i'm on the border of being
my mind is winning and is pulling forth
a chuckled eruption of inspiration sparkles in your stormy cloudiness
a sonic boom and flash scuttles me through the passage way
elevating me with it in a particulate wave
into the furthest reaches of your blue-ribbon desires
your red velvet dreams
the ones you stash with your stash with your needle and thread
with which you fashion a seemingly seamless patchwork weaving of butterfly wings
pinions picked from the grill of your automobile
broken burned and yet somehow useful
somehow so very like me so like yourself
unknown to this day and out there still
face against the surface smudging that plane
the invisible division of a frozen silicate security
yet, iím hanging on to you girl, you
who promises me the wind and if i just ask
promises me what i ask and seem to mean it
i seem to need it
undeliverable things, unforgivable things, yearned for things
every thing these hands desire but cannot hold
told to me like the whir of a well spun top grinding a trough in the wood plank of my floor
the ground floor, the one, i tell you, you want to get in on
before the rise and after the fall
and i tell you, girl, yes, you can drive the bulldozer and do the razing
the grating
you can tear it down, break it down, prepare the corpse
you can pour the drinks iíll get the bucket of ice
free of formaldehyde and amonia, ether clean
bury me in my self
bury my loathing circumstance
and again clinging i am
the thread unravels, i unravel at the touch of a warm breeze
goose bumped iíve said too much yet somehow not enough to bring you
to the point of breaking glass

~Drake Lightle

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The following comments are for "a stone's throw"
by DeletedUser

Hot stuff
I like this quote a lot, as I've liked most of your work so far. You do have a one-track mind, though! lol. Well, I suppose there are much worse obsessions to be had.

It's hot, filled with some sweet lines and vivid imagery, a pleasure to read.

My only complaint is the format. Big blocks of text like that tend to turn me away. If I hadn't enjoyed your other work, I wouldn't have bothered with this one because of the choice of format.

( Posted by: Viper9 [Member] On: November 11, 2006 )

Thanks for the read Viper9 seems you are one of the few people who actually read this one. Apparently people are more interested in poems with titles about fucking donkeys. Sad state of affairs...because the beauty of this one far exceeds "Donkey Fucker"...aka The Tijuana Donkey Show.

At your request I reformatted this for an easier read. Though, it seems no one will ever get back to it to read it. Maybe if I retitled it Chicken Fucker or something then people's prurient interests would bring them to it.

( Posted by: DeletedUser [Member] On: December 1, 2006 )

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