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25: the crushed velvet theater and emotions firing as fully automatic assault weapons into crowded sidewalk salutations

I never thought the month of June
could jab hard as a boxer,
bark,
cage me in,
crushing bone,
just a paper box tacked on the calendar wall.

zig zag box magic tricks
cutting a woman in half with a one handed saw.

now words kneel on knees
as the audience exits
at stage right
and left;

you pulling the fire alarm
catching all of these black suits and satin dresses,
dames and dreadnought's,
movie goers in the rain
dropping torn ticket stubs.

i can see you standing across the street,
mascara running,
waiting to be swept off your feet.


Written by samael (Zaroff poetry)
Published
Author's Note
i'm quitting my job mid June for a better paying call center position up the road. it's probably the end of me writing poetry online for the time being.i'll continue writing and maybe release a few more chapbooks. if you drop your address i'll mail you one when i'm done if you would like.
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