05 October 2016

Poem-A-Day #218 : Help Eleanor Come Home

Help Eleanor Come Home

To name happiness is to dissipate it
make it so much smoke in so much humidity

The curl of your lip as you release the quietness inside
as you speak yourself into existence

It knows your name
and none of this is real convince yourself of this

You are the moving moment of real
you are here and here and here

The very air tastes of wine
it drains from the heavens into cups of amber

Into the hollows inside of eggs

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