YAWN

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This is a found poem, a collective word collage composed by "pearls" found in different media. The pearls in YAWN come from texts ranging from 1817 to 2011, from ancient tales to comic books.
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Silent night

Glimmered the white Moon-shine

We keep bumping into each other 

with a bottle of a sweetheart

withered at the root

gleamed in supernatural ecstasy   

eyes are a thousand blind windows

Stars danced between 

naked and endless head 

as heavy as the moon  

every tongue, through utter drought 

Half whistles and half groans 

his eyes 

Was a flash of golden fire 

In the ripple or in shade 

slid into my soul

sent the gentle sleep from Heaven

No one is spared 

A spring of love gusht from my heart 

bickering with the echoes of the     

naked mind of love 

crashed through a room full of steam and opium

shivered the cities down to the last radio 

We accidentally switched sides  

lips baked 

Gleamed white 

mingled strangely  

up rose, stirred, Groaned 

Like music on my heart  

“The world will never be normal

Sure I had drunken in my dreams 

The stars were dim, and thick the night

the Moon did glitter 

glazed each weary eye 

“he’ll wash away 

“He’ll shrieve my soul 

dash of consciousness 

small truth                                                           

coughs all night and won’t let us sleep

visionary thoughts      

wraps it up        

flashing buttocks 

screamed with joy 

impossible criminal with golden heads 

nothing but a hopeful little bit of hallucination 

“We can go neither up nor down  

the enemy is near

The silent sank

The moonshine steeped in silentness 

a package of cigarettes a candle

pushcarts full of onions and bad music 

the same dreadful typewriter 

crowned with laurel in oblivion   

his was a purer listing 

What’s in a name That makes the Heavens be mute With a woeful agony  

the smell of gun power in the morning

killed the lady in me

a million girls trembling in The glorious Sun uprist

At the heels of their mothers 

growing old and crying 

I envy you terribly 

wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts  

“Cigarette are the best cure for loneliness

Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound

the charm of reality   

crowned with flame under the tubercular sky

Blue, glossy green, and velvet black

minds in jail 

burned alive 

“who are you           

“now you’re really in the total animal of soup