Ghostly falls from the fifteenth floor
Feathers leaking/ the pillow speaking
How the sleeper's nightly pounding
Made the pillow yelp and moan
Poor sleeper heard these comments
Angered threw said pillow into
An ugly summer night's air
The pillow had little
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The man with the black feather tattoo pares this space
Between fantasy and the memory of a man’s carved
Torso, designed for stroking and celebration.
Today the sun’s brightness is like that lover’s kiss,
Wonderful in the present and greater in memory.
A memory that brings me back to that black feather’s
Flutter. Stars dazzle in some other part of this world
Where the sun has set and the moon illuminates
Swans diving into voluminous waters.