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you can't stop
it screams your name
licks 
your shoulders and
claws your back

your hips
born 
to the rhythm
the hook
a roadmap of your soul

your nights 
restless
roping the wind
mining diamonds
on the sun

you stop to 
breathe
and all the world is
still
as rockets

~

what the world needs
now
you tell yourself
is a good old fashioned
sweet l'il 
supernova

a common 
natural disaster
inglorious bastard 
enemy
to bring us 
all together


Rene ~ July 2012
Public domain image, Supernova fragment, NASA

Comments

  1. interesting title...it throws me from the verse a bit...i could think of a few things i would not mind keeping me up at night...the use of words nuisance though make me feel this one is not fun though...

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  2. awww but i need some sleep :)

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  3. the supernova made me sing Liz Phair the whole time. she'd love this raw worded poem, just like I did.

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  4. "...as still as rockets..." and the last four lines: what hooks you cast, my dear. Ah, I may steal, possibly, if you don't mind?

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  5. This could be interpreted many ways. To me, it's political.

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