8ights poems

LISTEN: disquiet mp3; 3:52 min.; 4.6mb

Christie Lee West sings what she finds in the words and music Sam Feinstein-Feit wrote:

i i i’ve known your eyes
i i i i think i have seen your eyes in a
         dream
most say
most say
         dreaming’s for sleeping
         &—

         waking to your eyes
                  was
         disquietly comforting.

i i i think i’ve been drinking the
         dream of your eyes
         &—
         for a while i’ve been

         waiting
         waiting
         thankfully tasting those eyes
                  while mine
         are open to waking.

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#3.
          Ideas are
          and objects pass
                    objects pass          objects pass.

#_.
          o o o o disappears
          s t u v intersects
          one too, we form
          conform to a simple cartoon

          mild lines and bleeding dyes.

#6.
          oh! the miscellaneous moments
          I strayed from my mother's side
          started confiding by loosing
          sight of my eyes.

          & though I planned
          to fall back through her
          I grabbed a stranger's hand.

#coup.
          in counting my dreams
          i've fallen countlessness times
          down Post Office stairs.

#8.
          empty glasses pour like rain—
          windows slowly flow.

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February’s first gory morning
corners winter in an alley
cuts out her subtle tongue
satisfies the numb
the freezing crystal structures
the strict whsitlewinds
wrap yards of frost around the skin.
Countdown settles in.

This second of my birthday month
hunts the itching witches
snaps the viscous shields of snow
stunts the leafy yield
the icing on my cake
still petrifies the raking branches
Condense the naked blanching
of snow below my heels.

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simple mnemonics to remember the phonics of thought
simple mnemonics to remember the phonics of thought
         simple miasma: the sonic.

matter is motion, motion is sound
         seemingly sound: making light of the matter.
matter is motion, motion is light
         seemingly light: sound in the ocean

this pronoun delusion—this flux, me such—I wish for a she or a he
a she or a he
to answer the ocean
to echo the motion of this falling through sound

there are sheathes upon leaves between me and the ground
         miles in inches of creeping descent
         kilometers in centimeters of drying cement

the breaking of water dying
the lighting of fireflies
the counting of tries

the endless event of creating these oceans of sound.
the endless event of creating these oceans of sound.
simple mnemonics to remember the phonics of thought.
simple mnemonics to remember the phonics of thought.

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