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Leonard Gontarek: Kissing

1

Revisionist spring. It is cold and authorities lie within days.

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Do we need to talk of death, remind them of it,

create little machines of death to float down their streams and in their baths?

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This is the first day.

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Our children are wearing our fathers’ and mothers’ clothes.

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It is strange how those who believe in peace

wear ironic uniforms, faded camouflage, late winter green.

2

Limbs complain like bedsprings,

but birds landing is cushioned.

Coffee sediment of earth is stirred up.

You get a face full of leaves.

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Though there is nothing to it,

everything is evening.

Perfume is narrowed down,

too much, charged with the past.

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Kissing is a mouth full of dying, seems

right, I’ll have to tell her later.

3

I am weeping in dark trees.

For the dark trees make a weeping sound. I am the chewed parts of worm the fat Buddha feeds me.

That’s the knock on the soul.

For we cannot have the morning light.

I am certain I can locate myself among objects if I let myself.

That’s your move? For I am lost in the trees. Shuffling and snorting of the Minotaur.

No birds, I notice.

Copyright 2015 Leonard Gontarek

One comment on “Leonard Gontarek: Kissing

  1. Richard S. Bank
    July 31, 2015

    Good poem

    Like

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