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Silent Actor
by
J. Michael Wahlgren
Out Now!
Apex
Needle my way into
place.
The stars collide tonight; I can
see it in my sleep.
We reach the panacea there:
potion's apex,
its arms similar to the spider,
so poisonous. I wake
& waltz
into your legs. We crumble. We sever
knots & loosen up without wine.
Unaware, softly seeping
into pain, I needle my way into
your face.
Co-Sign
I will not tell anybody this secret.
The spirit
is still watching in corners, mere solos or silhouettes.
To
find
a place for this petal of thought.
Good for you, I said,
I didn't know
how else to respond - with this canvas -
a chin-wet origami.
To start on first,
to steal second, to start again,
all comes together on a plum,
dark and tethered.
There was a train
watching
from
headlights.
Parched.
There was a boy
on
the carousel.
Parched.
as you arrive at the
station with a handshake,
brushing up against my thoughts,
in
an attempt
to
make your mainstay
well worthy
well accepted.
Do
you see the bridge my dear,
off in the distance?
We are co-signers.
Familiar
Delicate, the way
your eyes
rush to the scene with a hook,
attaching yourself to the life,
of a movie star, or perhaps
someone with a twinkle in
their own. Difficult to say
now to what we can attribute
your looks, but without much clue,
you detect a way to see through
all the fame, in an attempt to
remember your God-given name.
Training for a Marathon
I'm following her
down a one-way street
on a bicycle.
We are on a hill, and I
think our relationship
could be a speed bump
waiting to be run over.
She is training for the marathon
and she looks 'hot' in
her tight Spandex exercise pants
and her tight top.
She is my girlfriend now
and I have plans
to get down upon a knee.
This occurs to me:
that we share such a common bond.
Though her interest is running
and mine biking, we come together
like a queen and a king -
though I am not yet a king.
Prime
Ten is a complete
number,
I am more like a nine,
personality-wise. But I am shy.
I am more like a seven
then,
a complete number, yet so incomplete am I.
Maybe I am a one.
One, too, is a complete number, meaning
'yes' in binary code or 'on.'
If I am 'one', than I am on fire.
Yes!
But I am most likely
a two:
a dirty pair of shoes, or a cockatoo generating
energy at the sight of other birds, yapping
his beak 'til it needs to be tweaked.
Maybe I am not a number
at all,
maybe a letter: twenty-six to choose from
in the English alphabet.
Let's pretend I am
a ten,
complete, rounded off and even,
but I am odd.
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