Palms of Red
I told a joke once that I didn't understand
By david lovePublished 8 months ago • Updated 4 months ago • 1 min read
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Hold my palm
and prick three veins
to let my blood ford the future
in streams thick with laughter
Now set the sun
soak my eyes in orange loneliness
no, please-
I promise I won’t blink
if you lift just a little higher
I told a joke once
that I didn’t understand:
wherever you go there’s a hole
but nobody laughed
so I didn’t ask
if I left one behind
or marched our silence down inside
But it’s dark as dead ink
and your eyes are the lighthouse
behind blinding black moons
blotting bleeding coastlines jeweled
with red shipwrecked salvation
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david love
Part-time accountant, former disaster relief project supervisor, wanna-be writer.
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Great poem! Fantastic!