Justin Bedtelyon

Joined September 2020

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Pepper and cinnamon
Fox faced mirth Scruples at breast pocket eye sight height The piano at Antwerp lays the dew out For you to tip toe over
By Justin Bedtelyon 5 years ago in Poets
Before your thought
A thought a second ahead The cranes in trees and gliding over dusk waters Golden sky on white and blue marbled keys Playing to the wings lift and wind
By Justin Bedtelyon 5 years ago in Poets
Dreams and awake
Out into the night with cicadas and brush the darkness is rolling against red and pink sunsets. Everywhere palms are swaying and the Ocean is dark and rolling. Not in a frame rate strategy, it is literally moving and pushing on your mind directly. You are searching for something like an answer you used to know. Its hidden and when you find it everything you used to know will seem like a wiser answer. So what is this dream that has trapped you? Your definable illusion? Your control? How did you happen here? How did you happen there, before? If you’re not certain now, were you certain then? You are meant to ask nothing, seek something while your aware everything is something it no longer is.
By Justin Bedtelyon 5 years ago in Poets
The hourglass
The moleskin was new in its plastic Little black notebook Ed had to take it out and bend it to be able to write in it He liked to write random names that sound nice to the ears in the “if lost please return to” section
By Justin Bedtelyon 5 years ago in Wander
Us in place
The heat is there, out of the shower The tiles, stairs, music careening A shabby patchwork quilt blind Snowflakes on embers on feathers on dancers
By Justin Bedtelyon 5 years ago in Poets
L by the church
As I look back, I know she was a gift. Gifts are not meant to be made into a wife and burdened with children. They are meant to live in your mind as a crystalline essence. They write songs about them so you can have them and experience them in this way.
By Justin Bedtelyon 5 years ago in Humans
October sword
With all the pause, still not needing a precursor Solvent waves, chroma conflagratio So when it passes, as does to the next
By Justin Bedtelyon 5 years ago in Poets
Chartreuse gloves
Slide trombone resonance on subway cars Evening sunglasses mud sweatpants Tar floor universe chartreuse gloves Matador eyeing back line pawns into islands
By Justin Bedtelyon 5 years ago in Poets
Filibuster
Sounds like Dort Highway Like a baseball hitting a garage for a year Like a car once every 3 minutes for 4 hours 4 months past 28 years
By Justin Bedtelyon 5 years ago in Poets
For Chelsea
Twin laughter bellows off Water expanse flickering dance in drops of dew and oceans All above and below echo back Middle as a difference not ever was always nothing
By Justin Bedtelyon 5 years ago in Poets
Black man on the ground
Today I watched a black man on the ground In ripped jeans and no shirt His body of twisted muscle He snapped his arm up for my attention
By Justin Bedtelyon 5 years ago in Poets
Hour glass
The moleskin was new in its plastic Ed had to take it out and bend it to be able to write in it He liked to write random names that sound nice to the ears in the “if lost return to” section
By Justin Bedtelyon 5 years ago in Journal