Translucent

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    Translucent

    ribbed thin skin stretched over skilled fingertips
    suicidally slits riffs of life
    crying, bleeding lust, soul filled
    scorned, scored notes
    slow, rhythmically reaching to clot, hot cords vibrating sound that travel
    melodically beyond the limits of thought, pulse, breath

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    brown2idgirl’s Poems (4)

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    Time and Unforeseen Occurrences 0 03/19/2009
    Translucent 0 03/19/2009
    hit and miss 0 03/19/2009
    succubus 2 03/19/2009
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