Two Poems by Jessy Randall | |||||||||
Your Brain your brain is two little girls who talk all day while you spin film in reels with the very same arms that went so well around me when you were fourteen in the entranceway of my house with the cats meowing and you and I kissing kissing forever and the stars falling all around in the middle of the day and time speeding up and throwing us against the future like the round-up at the fair we take our feet off the ground and we are there, the place where the little girls of your brain start digging into the glowing cantaloupe of my soul with huge round spoons, licking their lips and gasping with delight and deliciousness |
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Ocean My toes are little babies falling out of the water. I am a 20 x 40 foot blue painting in which the modern artist approaches excessiveness. My arms are in the air; the surf is white! Refill the ice cube trays. This ocean is from the freezer. The fat families are all around. The sky wears a bikini. |
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- Jessy Randall | |||||||||
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