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A Bully and a Terrorist are not so different.
Only one uses a subtle weaponry.






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2 four 6 eight
flaky shape
parallel the jet fighters
in a blue-less sky

overhead their wings
in unison
never flap
just soar
angry eyes
and softly-spotted

my heart flutters
in its tortoise shell
skips to a syncopated tattoo
tip-toe highland fling
in a gilded cage

what is coming
you white-winged

I thought I saw
a good sign,
after all,
only a moment’s

but now grounded
in a frozen trench of

(even you, clawing, digging Eagle,
cannot stop it)

looking over both
while baby devil’s
red-breath laughter
coats the fallen angel’s

© 2015 J. Noade

burster of balloons
pin-prick matriarch

thrasher, slasher
dasher of dreams

can you hear your
daughter’s gay laugh

target’s own

in every cry
for a mother’s love


the parachute heart

begging bloody merry matricide

jealous clouds in your
henna balsam eyes

vicious gales
in your hurricane hair

screams and flurried sighs
where should float
LOVE wide as sky



dancing over tree tops

Chagall roof hops

we gallop
“you n me,” mama

like two laughing
day mares

like Justin Capră’s
flying gear

like a rocket’s crackling blue flame
like sideways dancing rain

with the wee and wild birds
we sing,

what could have been

“you n me,” mama
“you n me”

© 2014. J. Noade

I had no choice

I had to walk
without you
under the hunter’s moon

and in looking up
I saw your reflection there
pale and dim
casting dark silhouettes
on the land
like a shadow lantern

are you in the dream world now?

then come to me
here under these buzzing
electric lines

and see those shimmering diamonds
that dance upon the crude night sea

this is our Ocean
this is our Moon
as She has been for every Fool
who has ever loved

on your fluttering eyelids
on shimmering onyx wings
fly to meet me,
feel this cold wind
alight upon my cheek

how winter approaches again
how I will freeze
and tremble
in my dark den

but for now,
kiss my warm lips in sleep
I am still Alive!

and these dying, rustling leaves
that whisper our true names

sing Rhymes and Stories
in the half-light,
fashioning their own shapes
on the ground
like an old movie

out of focus

spinning reels
as you move now to greet me

one weightless flap, then another
towards our lunar scene

© 2015 J. Noade

i’m still dancing for you,
i never stopped
never could, see
even though you are

i twirl and twirl
over here
in my newfound Hell

wishing they’d all

(it’s just the world
gone mad,

not you and i)

your wave still hits my brain
your skin still crawls under mine

caressing my blood
as i tango with the poison

never did these old
leaden bones
strive more to
cha-cha up to Heaven

than Right here
Right now

above and below
i vow to remain

Earthbound Girl

feet pounding
a kick drum symphony
on the Mother’s back

is she smiling up a blessing for me
with each boom-sis-boom?

or am i just one more
‘one too many’
interloper stepping on
uranium cracks?

the mirror melts

i’ve danced all night again
right through the pain and drain
now here comes the gun-metal dawn

time has turned my victrola
into an unwound ballerina’s box

and i waltz myself to bed

thanks baby.

you’re a considerate dance partner
shadowing my every move
never missing a blistered step

let’s meet again like this,
just like this,

here in my unhallowed Hell

same bat time
same bat channel
same shimmering,
slippery star

“Goodnight sweet ❤ good night”

© 2015 J. Noade


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