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  • Nights and Days

    Loitering in the hallways
    Of the bones
    I listen to the sea-wash of the moon
    Backing up my thoughts
    Off what the paltry lanyards of touch
    Have not dragged forward

    There are people with faces
    That resemble sea swells forever widening
    Who have continental shelfs shifting
    Beneath their skins
    So many amber birds sit
    On the eroding stairs of the esophagus
    And refuse to sing

    Trams are always departing from Charing Cross
    With clanking bells
    The Plumstead Peculiars examine their hands
    Once again
    Thinking they are lost gloves

    Only the sad air is speaking now
    Flirting among the musty closets
    Of the lungs saying
    Yes it is all in these drawers
    Come out come

  • #2
    YES!!
    Likes fall about in inadequate scads.

    It sings, it whispers, it haunts. This is superlative work, Tanner. Beautiful. Hat's off.

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    • #3
      Wonderful!!! Tanner - all of it but I especially like -- there are people with faces that resemble sea swells forever widening who have continental shelfs shifting - that whole stanza -- all if it!!

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      • #4
        GH & ATL, Compliments from you both light up the firmament in my Sky!

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        • #5
          you took flight!!!

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          • #6
            Yes, yes, and yes! '...examine their hands once again thinking they are lost gloves...' Come out, indeed! Superlative write Tanner!

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            • #7
              This is a work of magnificence, Tanner!

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