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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “God like, not so different” She wrote, “where do you go to my lovely?” my response, “I sink into the screen like a scream queen goddess, I am Lilith most of the time tap dancing away and singing off key unashamedly loudly in life out of step, always out of time, the ballyhoos clap apathetically warning, "watch out, incoming, car wreck!", more like a shipwreck broken-in-half, sunk in the deep, treasures scattered on the seabed, keys missing loot unreachable the flotsam of an ego jetsam to lighten the sinking load, arriving amidst the shallows, half cracked open on the Ocean's shore, waiting for the electric storm to penetrate the brain, then I become the electric storm come to defibrillate the broken heart, the haunting hero haunting heroes dashed on their cerebral rocks like Sirens alarmed all going off, the feet both punctured, walking over the sharp unopened and opened broken shells, mothers of pearls bleeding stories, their cornucopia unblessed blessedly overflowing in the flow of long nights' bittersweet darkness, walking from room to room talking in tongues, strange and estranged, adlibbing alienation through boundless walls, carrying a heavy cross like a ghost in a residual haunting, a storm in a teacup sometimes passing, the cake all eaten, hungry for more of something; but on the 7th day I rest and become God like pleased with the turmoil and calm I have jusifiably created, there I will be seen heavenly comotosed resting under the duvee; I am what I am, then to the relief of my monsters, I fall, I sleep … I sleepwalk commanding them all; there is no escape.” “you gotta larf,” she says, "how do you stop?" the response, “easier said than done, my friend; the red shoes are killers to take off." (LadyLabyrinth / 2023) ljb - llb, klb, mlb llb - gvlm “Most poets are mad. It doesn't qualify us for anything.” Anne Sexton “Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.” Anne Sexton “I am not immortal. Faustus and I are the also-ran.” Anne Sexton The Three Graces The Three Fates The Morai
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