Selected Poetry

by P. L. Thomas

52 (hurtling)

April 23, 2015plthomaseddLeave a comment

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52 (hurtling)
55 in third person: a space odyssey
56: scarred broken & the new normal (it’s metaphorical)
a poem on being desired
a whole host of bafflements: the negligence of privilege
acrylic (heartless)
ampersand
anniversary ceremonies (the things we cannot incinerate so we lie)
apologies come in retrospect
april fool
ascending (burned out)
awareness (acrylic box)
because (infidelity)
being desirable
blacked out
broken (little private terrors)
bruises
calculating (the erased)
callipygian (silhouette)
channeling cummings and Dickinson at Christmas
child of my child (exponential love)
choice (Vote!)
chrysalis (i hold my words in awe)
coccyx
cowards & poets (untouched)
death bed (the silent spines of books)
debts between lovers
determined by blood (history and not her story)
do not fret however my dearest
drawing blood
dreams pull at me
English Journal
everything
fall
fantasy & memory (you drew me into you)
fascism
first blueberries of the season
first spring (Baltimore is burning)
Fisherman and The Siren (vortex of desire)
forgiven (i wish)
Four Poems: For Jordan Davis and Trayvon Martin
fragility (and then i realize)
fragments of a poet’s mind (they might be poems)
god
God: a prose poem
heart surgeons astronauts & new lovers
hearts (on carpe diem and mortality)
holidays
hope
horea
Hunting Island SC (wilderness)
i do not come (everything)
if
If Albert Camus
if god were a capitalist and created the world by playing Scrabble ®
imagination&recollection (i come to tell you everything)
impressions (hints of you)
incineration (black hole)
just you (superhero jesus ®)
lamb of my heart
layers (stranger in my own dreams)
let's (lover's request)
light (the irretrievable allure of outdoors)
listless (an upright life)
lives, eyes, & faces (these obligations)
lost years (seconds awake)
Mary (sea of bitterness)
Meditation 512: The you in the space we call awake
meet me at the bottom of the well (our seasons out of kilter)
my mother has returned to where she began
my vegan lover is a paradox
no one returns after leaving
nonsense (she will grow tired of all this)
now (kiss)
oasis (the weight of that stone)
object permanence
on hangings and resurrections
on imprisonment and freedom
one time (weigh)
party
quilting
reading a biography
rewriting hansel & gretel (satiate)
rituals of love
rooms and spoons (i watch you with my fingertips and palm)
scars (when you talk)
secrets between my granddaughter and me (watch out world)
shaving
sins of a father (gods and kings and men of all kinds)
sorry (acrobat shapeshifter time traveller superhero)
survival is reductive
sweet dreams (she invited him in)
tangled in bed sheets
Tarame Chronicles
teleportation time travel & dreams (the empiricists have no clothes)
The 451 App (22 August 2022)
the anthropology of us
the archeology of white people
the consumers (crimes against the market)
the elasticity of love (window pane)
the grammar of us (when i lie)
the inevitable weight of these gifts
the kindness school (beyond the archeology of white people pt. 2)
the masochisms of love (she would to him again)
the mythology of weather
the politics of lumber
the proximity of entrances and exits
the space where your voice should be
the things we mourn
the world
then&now (rocket ship)
there are no seasons in dreams (but there is you)
these boxes (an antiquarian's Valentine’s Day card)
They killed Gwen Stacy in the film too
they ran (15 April 2013)
this noose of loving you
Uncategorized
upon watching The Matrix 13 years late (Nerd Rules)
water (only)
we all fail (you coming new to us)
we rape the bees (because we can)
white folk (switchblade)
who needs a holiday in mexico
why is not a question (lacing)
will you
wings (dreams allow us to practice all we fear)
wonderland (Yen To Dollar pt. 2)
Yen To Dollar (notes on a gifted child as an adult)
you (dams break)
you (on being sheepless)
you (solstice)
you are a testament you are a test
you were there when they were wounds

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