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Three Poems by john e

LUME

ah, Lume,
what was I to you
but a       stained
ray
                     see it end
misunder
     stood cliches
trade

a draw
in            opposing
lan gauge      s

nnnn everlearned


      ha, Lume,
      voi tive sh oot ingsta r
   facets seen                   every
      cutalean shine   ahha

  arrestkey west s unse t
      in flounder yearn
                                          yarn
      particle leadpaint runoff


synaptic misappropriation
ah Lume we've dealt

in such manners o facts




in the snipsod sun

wear, are you now

seastretch       shadowomb

imagined,                  my

own of rain
own of dusk
rewound

cloud torn into sky

one moment's where away

now come,
hold me




A Sober Man Whets Your Whistle

Wha daur meddle wi' me?




whose two
                 say feather
forever                         slake not             a claim on a word heard


i'll give you forge
                                   yeller time seller correlatives due birds
and same as your children i'll take your

canopies' tertiary sneezes         if it pleases you catch your clothes too     in toxins katie read Hugh
                                              blue's not a rose and a rose is true

                                                        she knew she knew

as thistle wildernest's meticulous address                            a mess of pone


bone and all a loan NO


coat of arms legs eggs and home soft soft stone
                                                                             tumbled word smooth my lips golden won't hold back

                                   you must if you please me if boated wrote it we
         and your brethren whisper long proud

                                   loud enough to snuff the candle
                 O you'll get your oars you'll paddle

                                   shorewatch laughter lever after
          glow ever in            lamp vamp            donned and doffed


                     coughed and her belly rose a little golden spittle
                            rose belly a little her belly a rose a little



john eJohn Eivaz (john e) was born in New York, and lives in the Pacific Northwest. He makes music, and writes poems.