ILANA HALEY : Say the Words
JAN O HANSEN : The Bridge
BESS KEMP : Shrinking
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ILANA HALEY's first appearance on poetryrepairs.

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ILANA HALEY
Say the Words
Violent twilights clasp the granite sky Quick! command the silence If this storm lasts The city will collapse The plants, man, beast - The life. Calm the night Place your hand on brow of boiling earth Breath into it's failing heart Say the words that only you can utter Smooth shards of stars with Beauty of the rhymes. To you alone the soul is yearning To you and to the softness of your touch, that like A feather strokes the lashes of my mind. Say the words that only you can utter Bring back the glory of the love. My love so virgin, will embrace your essence I'll dwell inside the calm of your light With lightest hand, then you'll smooth my spirit And with your breath, as light as zephyr, You'll make my spirit soar.
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JAN O HANSEN
The Bridge
On the middle of the bridge we Leaned our arms on the railing And looked at the slimy, green Slow running stream. Its banks Decorated by plastic bottles, used Condoms, a dog long since dead Yet grinning as remembering A filthy joke and three months Old abortions, half eaten by discerning Water rats. Over this beauty of decay Hung a reluctant pale sun, refusing To lend light to this polluted River scene. 'First time we came Here the water was clear, we could See fishes swim and you held My hand,' she said. My hands were cold I spat into The filth below and dug them deep Into my own pocket, hunched My shoulders and began walking Didn't bother to tell her that our love Was like a stream burdened by too Much debris, all we have in common Is a shared solitude and that's a tad Better than being alone.
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BESS KEMP
Shrinking
"I'm a writer" she says as her dress straps slip down past her shoulders "i have written for many magazines, articles mostly" she continues though she knows he doesn't really care and her bra is removed in two quick motions before she can think about how not to do these things "i just finished a piece for Wired magazine" she adds he nods absently she turns to face the window sees her reflection the hollow eyes C cup breasts she has paid plenty for and his face like an apparition appearing over one shoulder "let's just fuck, ok?" he says and she knows then how little he values her words
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ILANA HALEY : Say the Words
JAN O HANSEN : The Bridge
BESS KEMP : Shrinking

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