This is the second skewed poem today... ? not sure why it isn't keeping format... sorry
Ricochet
In your magazine
are silver bullets
Aim your rifle,
I'm the bulls eye
you will sorely miss
Since, the ricochet,who knows that? Or this? . . .The shot is long - reversed;this portrait more abstract,(more depth in the color of each day)
You, in the background,
always trying to find
another vanishing point
In Magritte's eye
or, is it mine?The horizon is weak . . .
in this particularcollage, I press glue-stiff,
white sheets - streaks, across the sky
I bandage the moon
and blindfold the sigh -feel like painting-by-numbers the numbers in your smile(down for the count?)Instead, I've sketched(with inner eye) - out that so obvious twist of your not so stiff(anymore, if ever)lip Deborah Russell, © 2005
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