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Silver Key Poetry by Alex

2/1/2013
LOVE AND MACHINE GUNS
Alexander
 
Late autumn sun
Illuminates the faux-canvas pavilion
Where today a man and woman shall be united
For life
(hopefully)
The bridesmaids resplendent in forest green
March out
Bouquets of wheat clenched in shaky fists
The groom waits for his bride
Beneath the Chuppa
Then out she pops
White
And smiling
an old friend begins to read the vows
tatatatatataata
A burst flies from the woods
Nervous laughter
Shifting in seats
Deer eyes dart
And in another moment
they resumes
Then
Once again
The blast comes
And is followed by another
It does not stop?So
They resume and carry on
Ignoring the guns
Until they go silent for good
and are forgotten
Until the after party
 
 
 
REVOLUTION
Alexander
 
Below me the fish cluster
Small and silver
Glinting against the brown decaying leaves
The water is still and deep
And silent
Flat as steel
As usual
Undisturbed
As the fish swim aimlessly
Through their little lives
I throw just to make a commotion
Just to stir up their lives
And with deathly precision my rock hits dead center
Silver flickers away to the shadows of the bank
In a tornado of silt
Hiding
Waiting for something to save them
But my ammo is spent and so I leave
Then they return
My work is forgotten
And serenity resumes its arduous progress
 
 
 
OLD SILVER LIGHTER
Alexander
 
The last present in the toe of my stocking
Wrapped in fire red
Hard and heavy
Inside rests
An old Ronsonol desktop
sterling
lighter
I strike it
Nothing
Gunk coats the parts
Disheartened I put it on a shelf
Where it lives for a year
Until one night
Bored
with my homework done
I take it down
Strip it
clean it
reassemble
and fill it
Then I hope
Once again I strike it
And
A small
tender
flame
Rises timidly from a wick
Dormant for so many years
A miracle I once thought impossible to bring about