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Star Heart


by Darryl Price



 

This is the place where I could breathe. I didn't

Say I understood. I only wanted to hold someone and

Mean to. I don't care about the rules for caring.

The place where I could speak was incredibly far from

 

Where I'd met you. The place where I could speak

Had its tender moments. I didn't say I was lost,

But I was alone. The place where I could speak

Was like a cave with blank walls. The place where

 

I could speak had a nice view of the stars,

But I craved your skies. They laughed and said, get

Real, moon child. The place where I could speak was

Also, the place where I refused to be afraid. The

 

Place where I could speak didn't cost much, but a

Metaphorical arm and a leg. The whole process blew me

Up over and over. What can I say? People are

Resilient. If something's funny, you laugh. If something's sad you

 

Die a little each time you feel it. The place

Where I could speak was a garden out of time.

I stood there waiting to be unfrozen. Sooner or later

We all get up and walk away from the game

 

Knowing our wishes are never going to be trusted. The

Place where I could speak broke my heart. Is that

What you want to hear? I'm not trying to hide

A scarecrow's helping arm from you or anyone else. I've

 

Had huge chunks of light dissolved out of my own

Torn north star heart, parts by torrential rains, parts by

Storied dreams. I've got permanently open places in my beginnings.

This is the place where you get to slip out.

 

Get gone. The place where I could speak has no

Words for itself. The place where I could speak is

Missing a dozen or so important apologies. I'm sorry for

The little flowers that sought protection there. They were also

 

Hurting for a friendly side. The place where I could

Speak is slowly closing in on me. When something's sweet

You smile. When it's harsh you feel ignored. The place

Where I could speak is just my opinion. The place

 

Where I could speak gave in to you and nobody

Else. I'm not a fool, but you took my earned

Good-bye without the truth. That pretend where I could be

The same one's already moved on, whispering, don't stop now. dp    




Bonus poem:




Last Meal by Darryl Price


The sky continues--nothing

we can do will make a

difference. Sky continues,


resistance is futile, like

any miracle. The modern

historian will be faced


with the same diagnosis:

original sin or wicked

genius? Sky continues


to make people sick, drop us

down in the heart; die rich and

enter heaven through the back


door or die poor. Either way

you are forcing others to

abandon you while they're serving


up your last meal. The sky

hands you an egg and says, you're

on your own. Sky continues,


all from memory. The sky

continues to be a shout

at all the new pollution.


The sky continues to turn.

The sky continues to be true.

The sky continues to seethe


with stars. The sky continues

to burn its mouth on the sun.

The sky continues towards


insolence. Sky continues

and you are lost to me. Sky

continues; I run backwards.      

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