david jewell poet

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9.7.

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for the muse c.

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my head is full of

lava and candles.

I’m the sweet monkey

in the parade at dawn.

 

I formulate sentences

with nothing to say.

I strike out in

all directions at once.

 

I’m the ruby resting

on the neck of the Princess.

 

I’m a box of nothing

in an empty boat.

 

I’m a shattered chandelier that fell from the ceiling

as you walked up the stairs.

 

I am everything that is reaching for you

from across the room.

 

I’m the cat that shows up from

nowhere and disappears.

 

I am a conundrum inside an enigma

driving a race car on a moebius strip.

 

The next grapefruit I eat will hopefully be a

pomegranate.

 

I can’t spell my shoe size

 

and am forever barefoot

shuffling across the silver floor.

 

 

 

 

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