Je Suis Charlie

Je Suis Charlie short poem

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You don’t know what I’m thinking, can’t see
the cinematheque inside my head where
horrible and beautiful images collide, a claquement
that generates everything I say, everything I write

just because I can’t draw an image, because
my line is unsteady and easy to cross, doesn’t
mean I don’t see you and your deities
as accurately and inaccurately as everyone else

if I tell you not to think about an elephant you are
doomed to do so. if you tell me not to draw a face,
even a virtual face, on a mannequin, I have done it
and you have killed me, just as you have killed yourself

this is not a poem. I apologize so my words
are erasers. I don’t believe in God so my reward
is whatever connection we’re making right now.
why is the prophet not wearing any clothes?

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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