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Poems By Christian James Madsen

July 17, 2020 2:09 PM


Let this wicked song hit where it’s true

let it love you thru and thru.

The dog whistle of a desired scream,

Dancing in each other's dream.

Is there a way, under this condition

To hear your night, with permission?

A shadow song, that’s our music

Even in the dark, we use it.

The meditation inside us all

A child’s mind, ten feet tall.

Behind the tears, the smile returned

Playing with fire, one could burn

In waiting, with no hesitation

Behind the lines, of your gentle nation.



June 12, 2020 1:09 AM


A canyon calls the shadows of the dust

Give in to the wild, the poison’s a must

shake you mystic invisible twin

Humble the darkness, until it wins.

Drums beaten by tribes from the old lake

The Indian sky, fogs like glass

Appearance of a woman in the grass

No kind could dance with the sun

Even the animals turn and run

But they play, til the one calls of the chant

All fury in swing, until they can’t.



January 19, 2020 11:46 AM


Joined underwater

Found breathing just fine

Red birds circle so delicately

Left out to dry, it was numbingly cold 

Out there where the seaweed moves 

Inhale the night, and hitchhike to your soul 

Freeway lover, let go of the wheel.

Tea for two whenever you'd like

Purrs like a cat in my night bird truck

Fly around from ocean to tall buildings

Drown together trust my walk.

Wine undoes my seat belt

Like swing-sets where you can backflip

The river can hold plenty

But who can swim in a drought?

Waves save my appetite for rain

When white water takes it, and it all ends there 

Like soldiers on beaches who said goodbye 

Goodbye to whoever was listening.




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