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Robert C Ellis Mar 2018
Memory is a Kaleidoscopic note,
The rope strung through childhood I yoke,
Pull until sunlight bleeds
Across a fuzzy menagerie:
Fists of curls tossed into a world of red clay,
Barcaloungers dusted with cigarette trays
Scowling autumn beasts relieved of teeth.  
(The sky runs long with outstretched arms when you are three)
Or four or more and falling for the promise of alcohol,
Girls with pink breath, and the enthrall
Of a cantilevered highway along cattails and thrush
Memory girds my mind along God’s hushed
Mind
Robert C Ellis Mar 2018
God’s entrails
Rib cage
Fear of becoming my father
Ignites the rage
Chaste brunettes, silly dolls
Prance for a living
Their dances enthrall
Chirps of the world
The righteous in song
Celebrate the nothing
They never get wrong
A soundtrack of thunder
Going off the rails
The world hungers
Beneath God’s entrails
Robert C Ellis Mar 2018
Human will is a death mask distended and descending torso from wings to feet clawing mournful meat

The hand of God holds Ritual
Divinity, the face formed from infinity running over gravity
Streetlights frame the kingdom beneath
Robert C Ellis Mar 2018
When the molecules have warmed over
As invading soldiers toting sunlight on their shoulders
Will it all be for a breath?  
We are forever gravity falling faster than our death.  

We draw in the sand our *** language,
Our concerns the condensation on a boiler;
Alone in a universe rumbling with stars
Let the Time do clunk and spoil her
Robert C Ellis Mar 2018
Human beings
That mantle of stardust pottery
To shatter, to polish is History
Do not fear what the darkness shows me

I drink until I depart moments that matter
Toss into Sleep a night strung with chatter
My feet have never touched the ground
I wish to leave this body without a sound
Robert C Ellis Mar 2018
A paleo-socialistic dig; a regression of vetted meat
Slapped over the shoulders of eternity
Set in a rowboat on a re-digested sea
The butcher, the slayer and the speechmaker…
…the birth of humanity

A terse, muscle livery sack
Dear Christ, Life is just played back
Numbers cantilevering sunlight into three
Time, the Songs of Solomon, and HeartBeat

And where all hands fall to earth we piece
The iridescent architecture of the Holy Trinity
And the poet as Argonaut flung into infinity
To seethe, seize; seas, trees. To please.

Remember to breathe.
Robert C Ellis Feb 2018
Two waves of the sea
Formed from infinity
That's you and me
Our faces twitching with fear
Eyes as ornaments
That is what stars wish to be
And we could forever sing
But for gut and infection
That is Gravity
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