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Please Don’t Touch

Please Don’t Touch was written in the Spring and Summer of 2012. It is Maria’s first book of collected poetry. Download it here:
Please Don’t Touch

Please Don’t Touch was written in the Spring and Summer of 2012. It is Maria’s first book of collected poetry. Download it here:
Please Don’t Touch

2 Star Motel #4

Between the threads
of time and space,
where nothingness resides;

An empty catacomb of prayer.

The echoes
of a faceless
bride, transcribed.

An annihilation
of particles; seismic
shifts & an oracle’s
propaganda,
make me drift
in thought:

Where eyes are
clean with tears,
and folds in time
and space bring back
deceased memories.

Between the threads
of time and space,
where nothingness resides;

An empty catacomb of prayer.

The echoes
of a faceless
bride, transcribed.

An annihilation
of particles; seismic
shifts & an oracle’s
propaganda,
make me drift
in thought:

Where eyes are
clean with tears,
and folds in time
and space bring back
deceased memories.

2 Star Motel #3

Cracked sky bleeds
white lightning,
as I echo out
the devil’s hymn,

There are blasphemies
between breaths, and
somehow saving graces,

I will press on;
and I will
raise a tower
to the sun.

Cracked sky bleeds
white lightning,
as I echo out
the devil’s hymn,

There are blasphemies
between breaths, and
somehow saving graces,

I will press on;
and I will
raise a tower
to the sun.

2 Star Motel #2

In the absence
of my lobotomy,
I see strange devils.

Stoplights.
Tall grass & open fields

Through which sunshine fades.

My womb, my
opened tomb,
venting manifold
computations; enumer-
able & blind. Number
preceding death, preceding
misinterpretation.

I see the fool played in part,
by my unconscious & other.

In the absence
of my lobotomy,
I see strange devils.

Stoplights.
Tall grass & open fields

Through which sunshine fades.

My womb, my
opened tomb,
venting manifold
computations; enumer-
able & blind. Number
preceding death, preceding
misinterpretation.

I see the fool played in part,
by my unconscious & other.

2 Star Motel #1

When God performs the
ultimate pattern combination,
and all our stars forecasting
are fallen from the sky,

And we are death,
walking out among
our brethren,

Becoming isosceles strangers.

Nuclear holocaust mitigation,
apocalyptic triangulations,
no more quarantines.

But boundless in this surface-deep
sarcophagus, the starry sky
unfolds to quench our thirst

For the rose’s prick.

When God performs the
ultimate pattern combination,
and all our stars forecasting
are fallen from the sky,

And we are death,
walking out among
our brethren,

Becoming isosceles strangers.

Nuclear holocaust mitigation,
apocalyptic triangulations,
no more quarantines.

But boundless in this surface-deep
sarcophagus, the starry sky
unfolds to quench our thirst

For the rose’s prick.

White Noise #3

Frozen limbs,
inescapable
diuretic discourses;

A frappé.

In luxury’s aisles,
bleating isosceles
Canon videographers
chime their sentences

In.

Darling,
we’ll re-
create the
tides & watch
the sun slip slowly
past as one upon an
ocean’s settlement.

Frozen limbs,
inescapable
diuretic discourses;

A frappé.

In luxury’s aisles,
bleating isosceles
Canon videographers
chime their sentences

In.

Darling,
we’ll re-
create the
tides & watch
the sun slip slowly
past as one upon an
ocean’s settlement.