Supine Thoughts

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1. lying face upwards.

Poetic thoughts on love, life, mental health and the state of society.

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7. Hurricane boy

The gilt gold burnish of youth rested well on him,

like little else.

But rest was not a verb 

that hurricane boy often entertained.

 

His heart-beat was a war drum;

his lanky teenage legs 

the flag poles

of a crimson revolution.

 

His eyes were cool pools

in the heat of summer.

Still, shallow,

laden with rocks underneath.

 

His guitarist hands were a forest fire.

Razing through spring petals

and tree trunks

too fragile to withstand the flames.

 

The boy was poison 

in a pretty package. 

And what he couldn't drown or burn,

he knew his lips could damn near decimate.

 

(And on his tongue, I tasted rebellion.)

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