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Sentinel Trees

Sentinel Trees

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Published by Daniel Essman
...the pathway in, the pathway out, some ironic self-regard, just dan trying...
...the pathway in, the pathway out, some ironic self-regard, just dan trying...

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Published by: Daniel Essman on Aug 02, 2011
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“A throw of the dice will never abolish chance...

” ---Stéphane Mallarmé 1
The Sun Always Screams at Sunset.
Sentinel Trees,
Pine and oak and laurel...
Shades of grey in the lavender evening.
Trees...
Disguised as trees.
That's what I see...
A world behind the orld.
Being uniue is li!e being "obod#$
So % spea! the &ommon 'ongue.
(oets) "othing is stupider than a poet tr#ing to thin!.
% don*t !now wh#...don*t as! me wh#.
&ould be that % am bro!en...
!o" I do know why...
#y darling's sick and I'm scared...
So I retreat...
Into...
#y $oets' realm of themes.
A realm of arcs...
A realm of contradictions.
here...
The %lowns of !ada control the Switch of !ight,
&ut I always know what time it is,
&ecause my heart is an alarm clock,
And my blood''red vinegar''hissing thru the chambers.
% hate afternoons...
+hen...
+eeping and memor# scratch and scar pale evening.
,abitual a-ioms and bitch absurdities puc!er m# read# lips$
M# lips suc!led on a !nife of ice...ice and heartbrea!...
And beloved women who are dead.
As hurtful as "ever is the truth behind the !iss.
She*s gonna die. she*s not gonna die...
%*ve been thru it all before...
#y (ady is (ove, is a single teardro$,
)er eyes are green and clear.
She does not rhyme, she does not lie.
She says what others do not say.
*' o' o'...she mimes the screaming sunset.
And then...
They are washed away.
The Ideas that make the orld.
M# stupid %deas... /
All gone...
+hat fills m# mouth...so much mental confetti...
%*m a 0uggler of tropes and glitter# s#mbols.
%*m cho!ing on m# own words.
1i!e too much sugar...
2r even salt$
%n m# vinegar-driven heart.
'he pitiful nois# sun sets behind Sentinel 'rees.
3ver#thing happens again.
Again...
And what I see, sees me...
#e naked..
ith a message,
That...
%haos needs no a$ologetics,
!o +I'm sorries...,
!ot even dice...
dan essman aug. -, ./--

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