Blue Ridge Mountain Runaway<\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/strong><\/p>\n

High cries broke<\/p>\n

from that salt-beaded neck<\/p>\n

above splintered hands<\/p>\n

dangling on strings.<\/p>\n

Now rest hushed in moonshine<\/p>\n

between bar lines<\/p>\n

as lead begins to drip.<\/p>\n

We escaped on the trail of rhapsody<\/p>\n

to the crossroads of flattened steps<\/p>\n

until the air had a bite<\/p>\n

facing an Aeolian hall.<\/p>\n

You reworked the elements<\/p>\n

and shot into a deep heavy dazzle<\/p>\n

slapping guts, beating petticoats to pop<\/p>\n

and shed away to flaps.<\/p>\n

And mine fell in the middle of waves<\/p>\n

of underwire domes weighted in their seats,<\/p>\n

hissing what good will come since we began with that form.<\/p>\n

But as you bend<\/p>\n

over me, my arms lift up and open,<\/p>\n

as if none of us have ever done this before.<\/p>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

Searchlight<\/strong><\/p>\n

turning madly, mutely with 120 volts<\/p>\n

fastened to ground the coy bonnet fidgets<\/p>\n

streaming them lucidly to fortune and targets<\/p>\n

they plunge deeper into foreign territory,<\/p>\n

with fraying bootstraps inching into blackness digging<\/p>\n

hastily before history remembers them ghosts<\/p>\n

others, entrenched together chins wet with sludge<\/p>\n

firing in a far away land, a final moan<\/p>\n

faces blown right down to the bone<\/p>\n

a seven-year-old girl with a six-week-old scar asks:<\/p>\n

why do they sing \u2018and many more\u2019?<\/p>\n

with black-and-blue eyes on her birthday<\/p>\n

let\u2019s change the subject to the translation<\/p>\n

of the Blockbuster, to think it\u2019s already bringing in millions<\/p>\n

how many billions more could be made?<\/p>\n

everyone must find out about it<\/p>\n

flashy promos for the biggest stars<\/p>\n

there should be signs in lights<\/p>\n

but how do you penetrate<\/p>\n

the dark between naked maple\u2019s limbs<\/p>\n

waiting to be coated in ice?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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