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THREE POEMS

 

Copyright 2010 by

 

Tim Young

 

 

# 1

 

if i put the pen in the flame

the damn thing will melt

dropping black ink

into the yellow heat

 

so small but so hot

capable of major injury and harm

but will i be careless

I don’t think I choose that kind of pain

 

written in my blood

with split black ink

Bubbling and cooking my flesh

Damn pen

 

 

 

# 2

 

time to clean out the closet

the dust and unused books of directions

the funny photographs with the finger

in front of the lense

the lost pasta box with one strand

of thin spaghetti remaining

the birthday hat

converted to new years eve

in two thousand and five

 

i sneeze and curse the dirt

my fingertips begin their

transformation to grey

i cough and wipe my nose

on my dusty sleeve

memories spill to the floor

winding up in the tall green trash

making room for more

to touch and discard

time to clean out the closet

 

 

 

# 3

 

a positive note

sprayed the air

printed in the smallest type

but the message is clear

brightly fortissimo

shattering the gloom like glasses

plastered over the hillsides

lowsides and inbetween

bringing that unmistakable something

so usually unseen

not hiding but waiting

 

 

 

NEW YORK CITY

 

November 2010

 

     Hi.  Decided to share the latest poetry from my pen.

     Best, Tim.

 

 

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