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It was love at a distance that
I watched your art of escape
turn to paint by numbers.
I wish I saw you fill in those empty spaces
with
Something else
Anything else
Other than all your tears
Which created that gray ocean of
All your future plans.
Its waves could never be tamed
Or propositioned
You were always going to be just another mariner
Lost at sea.
Only you chose to swim
Away from your boat
To guarantee that there
Was never going to be a return
To this country of serrated mornings.
Even the mornings after
Site in waiting
For those who have embraced the walk of shame.
I wish I could pay the fare
For the taxi to bring you back
For a moment of black coffee
To where I can smell the honeysuckle in your hair
And to teach you how to use the third rail to light our dreams
Only lay your tongue down till it feels real.
It’s easy to play in the dream of the silent snow.
Its’ a harder trick to return to anything
But waiting rooms
And the heavy metal door that waits
Always waiting for.
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Where were you going
Without your passport
And did you know that
All there is to meet you
At these port cities which leads you back home
are the iron gates
Where all
Women who bloody their fists from banging on the bars
Or ghost
It’s a good thing ghosts don’t bleed
To awaken the guards
Let us back in!
Perhaps you should have surrendered to Bellevue
Or Pilgrim
They are always willing to take you back.
But as I stated
There was never going to me any return.
Now that the last ballot has been cast
The human carnival may have reached its end.
Your escape may have come at the right time.
You always had timing with perfect precision
After all
The music of the summer carousel is fading
While the Midnight carousel’s gears
Grow deafening.
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