What the Body Means
He seems a creature
bent to half its height,
the likeness of a burden
roughed out in oils
honey-gold and hung
between rising and falling
as he makes a seat untaken
atop the red along the curb
his twice-jacketed arms
pushing palms against eyes
cast by glare into retreat.
In the bite of early sunshine
he seems to doze
as proof of what the body means.














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""How do you say 'bring me sausage and eggs or I'll slit your throat' in Italian?"
"Look it up in the phrase book." "
Regina Doman (Black as Night: A Fairy Tale Retold)
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Words do my bidding! ....... Sometimes...
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Believe in Yourself.Before Believing Him.
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Heres the truth about the truth: it hurts. So we lie.
roughed out in oils"
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'SHARKS DON'T SLEEP' a collection of poems by Eric Hamilton.
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