THE HUE OF HUMANITY poems by leum
“A great cry went up from the stockyards and slaughterhouses, and Death, tired of complaint and constant abuse, withdrew to his underground garage.” - Stephen Dobyns
My heart’s borrowed galaxies, almost there my temperance, faint impossible goodbye pulsing like a river wound in my blood.
the blue sets an orange fade
How many times have I walked through the fire
just to end up at the waters of your heart
In the sun bathing wake of a thousand swords
count the shadows
hey kid they wanna burn you until you’re alive scrounging for all the miracles
I will hear thunder and all. You will purse your lips With a muddled crown.
birds diving in the rain
It’s always about a girl who ate up my world.
It’s always about the words you never cared to sell
the shadows diving
I spend days
relaxing
about my grave.
I write my
secrets
on the dregs of endless coffee cups.
Mashes Sands Tide This is to
I the red fish
where mostly families of hermits by the rocks keep company to dead trees and their poetry. The echo and reverb, blue eyes shimmering, shattering.
Nonetheless, albeit the mess, the angels sing along.
i saw the summit of endless possibility your hair was as fire as an afternoon golden sunset i could swear i saw all the shadows around you run so fast away
all the leads & needs baby
an enemy no longer in front of me
it’s a big world out there, you really think you can destroy it all?
i could care less about your style, girl
all i want is your smile
we sunset the beginning chapter to this nonsensical novel
nowadays, there’s an assistant to the assistant
soft top, orange pop
waiting for these bells these unforsaken bells
always the lighthouse on the far end to the left
i think it’s time
it’s time it’s time for tomorrow
righteous feather
the drop of dew is yet to drop
too many people waiting on the other line
it’s still almost midnight
The trains whistle their weep, engorged by shadows they keep. I a fool from A to Z, my heart the sail to sea. Before my love became the reef, a white ibis atop would sing. I eat my vowels up for free, hold my treasures on a tree. Final unwavering spring, the noir judgment all dream. And Christ on an office chair waiting, while we’re stuck in the elevator thinking.
Fishing from the rooftops on my paradise of a mountain where the sky and sea blend, I see the golden skinned ride their bikes wild.
Where did you fall first? Was it in Heaven or in Hell?
I love this painting but, Take out the guns. Add in more light.
A mythical obsession with my death. The end to all ends. A monastery for the lyrics I can’t forget. Whatever shadows fall next.
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