But the Waves of Savage Light Kindle Me

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But the Waves of Savage Light Kindle Me

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  I do not trust

your ruse-dance, your guillotine

            cutting mind.

 

I listen through the backdoor,

with both eyes

            locked on the table.

 

Lies shut beneath

your playacting smile.

            Sweet

 

encouragement with

a twist, like towels can

            twist,

 

and limbs and laughter.

Metre by metre your muse is

            measured,

 

scaled-down

to a keyhole

            muted howl.

 

The streets are bleached monotone

by your analytical trumpet

            pour.

 

The buildings outside

turn bloodless blue,

             sold

 

to your calculated vision.

 

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “New Mystics” May 2018

http://newmystics.com/lit/AllisonGrayhurst.html

http://newmystics.com/documents/AllisonGrayhurst-Poems4.pdf

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