Razor (NoPoWriMo 3)

delivery from Harry's Razors

Razor Two of the lyrics I remember most oftenInvolve razor blades “I’m cold as a new razor blade”Mourns Cohen to Marianne While Anna Tivel conjures“A razor on a rough cheek” Razors are precision engineered in German factoriesTo become metaphors Cold steel meets warm flesh inA daily dance of enemies Five little knives drawn across Your most …

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Paris (NaPoWriMo 2)

Eiffel Tower at night

Paris We emerge from yourUnderground birth canalBlinking in the light of historyNeeding to be slappedBorn again as People who have been to Paris We know nothingGet lost in your spider web streets Distracted byLiving black and white beat poetryA corner cafe where a woman dressed in black smokes a long thin cigarette And another woman And Paris, I …

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