Bryan "B" Kemler

Category: Poetry

  • SUPERNOVA

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    When you are away from me, I am invisible I watch the world like a ghost Go by without me It moves without me Like a silent movie Colorless, faded and slow When you are with me I am still invisible But I let you see me Against the backdrop of a dying star Waiting…

  • La Habana

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    LA HABANA Even granite slumps over time As water collects in green pools Whose shadows remain in green rings Over echoes of a once glorious past In the National Cemetery Where the beard will lie As a final testament Of his complicity in the past Of his separation from the land’s people Who can no…

  • Colorful Dimensions

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    Blue, the sky touched the leaves, and the wind Blew, swirling your hair like galaxies, and the earth Shook, dark as night the heavens, and the water Drank, deep as blood your heart, and mine.

  • On Licking Off Your Sweat

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    On Licking Off Your Sweat My tongue must feel cool on the back of your neck, even ticklish, with your hand clasping that curtain of hair, pulling it aside like a sash, revealing a field of wet, salty diamonds. While I lick you, I notice the way that your neck, breaks down your back, like…

  • On Grief

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    The alarm clock in your room blinks perpetual midnight i cannot bear to change it i don’t know why i find its movement calming. your bed is made which means you’re not here a poignant reminder of your absence parents don’t want to clear the bedrooms of departed children i haven’t seen a sunny day…