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The Blog Bog

The Mag Rack


HANDS


wrote about hands
because that was
all he saw

wrote about
the light too
because it was connected
to his hands

        Bob Heman


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        ENTER


        has to
        enter
        the room
        because
        that is
        where
        the exit
        is

                Bob Heman


MUSIC

the silence in the midst of sound
your hand searching her folds

it is the entrance to the world
the key returned whole
the music you can almost remember

she tells about the man
       who got too involved in his journey
once the heart digs its little hole
       nothing can ever be the same

        Bob Heman


SOMETHING


level, balanced on its edge, caught
in motion, halfway a wedge, something
like an oven but not so clean, something
mean and open like the August sky, but
a little less purple and not so wide,
winding slowly to a point inside,
singing softly like a bride with child


         Bob Heman