Blueberry Ardor

Blueberry Ardor long poem

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salted with landmines
a cordite whiff scents the dry breeze
clumps of bushes and rich brown soil
dotted with dull white glints of fractured bone
a place where animals used to browse

this is the place to pray
furthest away from the works of God
yet just a breath away from the afterlife
not even a savior could discern the difference here
between a slip and suicide

the sweetest blueberries grow here
butterflies and bumblebees know
and me
my hunger sharpened by my gray smile
that blueberry reflection which gets my innards grinding

how to describe the stride of a thief
unexpected, irregular, totally in balance
a thing of swimming arm motions and toe steps

buzzards circle while I gorge
popping taut globes, swilling the juice
seeds insinuating themselves between my teeth
flecks of shredded skin on my lips
drooling and exhaling blue

this is love expressed well beyond the casual clench of lust
mania for the thing itself, not for its ideal
if it were blueberry season all year long I’d be dead
but I’d dare all
pace the spaces between explosives
to take in what I know I truly need

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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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