Poetry Blog by D.W. Hamilton

When my tears come they will
   be defrosted snowflakes from
 a self-sequestered squad of four
   deliberate deep-sea divers
   hired to harvest each
                                     teardrop
grown from a kernel of salt 
                             with care 
from beneath an iceberg.

     This map of Alaska is a scale model 
highway of my heart.
      These tears that would blur my vision 
are corn s...

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It's been one full week now
I've suffered amnesia.
Strangers step up to me on crowded corners
and call me by name.
  "Can we talk?"

So much of what we call luck
is caught up in the periphery
more so than from Nosy Parkers
who are by-products of deception
  in this unfortunate sunlight.

On clear bright afternoons
one can hear the hiss
of the sun's surface crackling
solar flares eru...

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The battle tonight will be in the cage

It's all the rage

To define the age

It will be Antifa Vs. Nazis tonight 

Well alright

That's a fight 

As spiked forearms careen

Smashing skulls to smithereens 

it makes a scene 

For your viewing pleasure 

A gladiator's measure

Of pure sports treasure. 

Only on Pay for View.

I thought you knew.

That...

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of a lovers' triangle
three-legged stool

warbles like a nightingale, 
"Why alone? Why?"
an emergency test broadcasting
to the tuned-in hood 

that sets curious ears keening.
Is this war?
Is it surrender when Apollo says,
"I love you. Till next time?"

The wobbly little stool leg 
waffles underfoot defying mechanics 
A tenderfoot always triple-guessing its worth.
Insecure foot soldie...

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He / I / We / She / It
Decided to tear it down today
     Deconstruct
Go to the deep root causing the pain

We tooled around with a needle
  on a raw nerve
illustrating the malady
The Source of Our Discontent

For who am I? Who are We? Who are They?
  To dare to ask
Permission to speak?
Go ask Wentworth.

He / I / We / She / It
  want/s to tear it all down
  cast a match on the dumpst...

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I can hear your voice
calling drunken in the ally.
     You did the tango of doubt passing tropical fish
                   of painted boys
trying to find the way back.

Nighttime is the way
   fears manifest.
Watch your shadow
  hope no shadow follows yours.

Each time a window sees your reflection
it shatters.

Overcompensation is the tell.
Never over-tell your story,
    pu...

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Sometimes I dream
In aluminum

I dream in aluminum
Molten possibility digitally rendered
As the mercury lava is printed 3D
I dream in aluminum

The quicksilver's destiny
Fluid shiny until it stands
Self strengthened
I dream in aluminum

Multi mutated form stretched
Beyond lawn chairs or awnings
Candlesticks and chandeliers
A world where everything

Is made of aluminum
Entire hou...

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The old carpet with its Byzantine border
matted threads of burgundy and gold
ornate snowflake eye-of-God center
has a motif of predator and prey.

There are four ceremonial huntings
woven reflections in right-angled mirrors
a ring of Indian tigers mounted on deer’s backs
teeth sunk continuously in their necks.

The magi mediate on the rug’s middle
until the medallion draws them in
until ...

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          Floats toward the edge

                                         of N

                                               I

                                               A

                                              G

                                              A

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A green cat with a yellow tail
  can disappear in a field of dandelions
  swatting white moths in clover.

Pepto-Bismal pink cats hold séances
  in their very own kitchens, resurrecting
spirits of mice they’ve eaten, clattering
cups of tea on scratched china saucers,
letting their kittens play street games.
  Sitting and sipping in silken shadows
caused by lampshades wrapped in nylons.

...

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Low in this season
           each terrace a saucer
         trickling green tea
           spilt by an unwieldy waiter.

Clumsy,
            treading over damp stones 
          balanced tray on upturned hand
           skipping over black puddles 
         that breed mosquitoes.

Aspens --
         peeling white bark 
         (peeling bleached wallpaper)
      filter light 
     ...

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The summer I stopped praying
  I took brisk showers in porcelain basins
to become the boy Monkey Shoe
swimming stripped naked at winter solstice.

  The Noxubee River runs laurel snake
  X-rated through this cigar box town
able tomb robber against damnation
  slowly slipping reflections

of black tree silhouettes in green Adam’s Ale
past peroxide blonde Hollywood sunbathers
  bikini an...

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The hydrogen clouds advancing
      are cattle collective
              soot has forged.

     “How are you?”
     “How are you?”
 they ask a man in yellow
row boat, a Watchmaker 
     who plows the fields Formica.

"As fine as a water beetle," 
                         he roars,
his forehead puckered fierce.

Ahead runs a warthog, sobbing,
“So much stress 
       a nervous break-
...

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The awakening, nightly, 
comes at 3 am 
  I search as insomnia, 
  through dim stacks blurred
  atop my desk

A lesson in diligence
 0-9, 0-9, Bovine 
7 - 7, 7th Heaven, seven come eleven 
A confederacy in Grey
 yellow yellow / dandelion red 
lessening Indulgence 

for the scalloped edge postcard sent  
  from the Isle 
                    of Crete. 

Photo depicts 
  a luminous la...

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I.

Anton arrives on a rickshaw
  the cabbie’s clogs
   clopping a clipped tattoo
   in night traffic.

 Disembarking, the regal boy knocks
 while I'm within
   fish-eyeing Anton as some
                          sumptuous spectacle
 through the peephole pinned
                                 on my front door. 

II.

Anton had arrived on a rickshaw,
  the cool evening air
  clo...

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I.

Today’s prize is a lava lamp
with two convulsing orbs of gelatinous mass
that never collide or absorb

but rather glide past one another.
One Red, one Blue as Dallas Montana sky
Blobs floating in the clear white corrector fluid
as net neutrality for one’s citizenry.

White that shines like a beacon from a UFO
on a tabloid stand we ride
within their bulbous spheres

Within this aura ho...

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