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A STRANGE ROMANCE

by Garth Pavell


She thinks I’m a still water painting
Yes, I’ve been framed but she believes
Hanging me is for my own good

She says she repeatedly drowns
In the pink of blue
Ringlets that never reach the shore

Sometimes my misshapen identity dreams
Through the landscaped loneliness —
Discovers her on the edge of a rock
Finding beauty in the inability to flow




MATH GAMES

Inside a murderous tiki bar
The evening’s inversed math
Examples try and act positive

A scientific hooker recommends her milk
And cookie flavored cocktail debating if
Shop till you drop has a sexual innuendo

We circle the variables and show our work
Finally she lets me pet her biological clock
The alarm screams in the solved dawn




THE CHRISTMAS MESSAGE

Drugs of light
Color the cold
Chocolates and glass
Soften my soul
Only the unfed parks
Harden during Christmas

No longer marooned upon
My grandmother’s pitted bread
I stand a man spawned of Jewish milk
Refusing to varnish the biblical handcuffs
That link us through amorous tribes
When for centuries, unreported rape
Blended the blood of our warring mythologies

Tonight a traffic light disfigured
The lawless rhythm of our affection
Saint Nick’s judgment cheered through me
His laughter teaching Buddhism
And then I realized the luck in having
You alone as my punishment and toy





                              TO THIS DAY

                                       Permanency is dying
                                    Within our body’s clock

                            She lifted her lean stocked glass
                                 To the heartbroken horizon
                          So bloodshot and bruised and said
                                That’s why it’s best to get out
                                     With as much as you can
                           Muster onto the ever present page

                   We smoked and looked into the possibility
                    Of parole beyond our mistaken identities
                             Like a continuous second chance
                           Love’s diamond color was playfully
                         Imprisoned in the glass that believed

                   She lip synced someday I’ll be your mother
                  Unaware I was already poetically murdering
               Our childlike friendship’s delicious crime spree

      To this day I remember her synagogue sounding ecstasy
                        Panting in the ear of the black eyed sun




Garth Pavell’s poems recently appeared in Canary, THIS Literary Magazine, SN Review and The Battered Suitcase. He works for a nonprofit in New York City.

Garth's songs can be heard at: MySpace





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