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We had a steel-coiled fence
that kept us apart; kept in purity,
spoke out in purity.
We played Barbies in a tree that
bordered each side, not knowing
it had a
zone.
Our Barbie world was created;
dresses hung on branches
little mirrors for wee doll hands;
leaves assigned our closets.
I gibbered and you jabbered, and
the worst thing happened, I learnt
English, but what happened to your
French?
Language traveled through the holes
of our steel-coiled fence.
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Good night to the smiling
moon asia land burnishing the
seascapes of you and me,
strokes of soapy filled waves
washing the shore brandishing
white sand, gleaming.
I was here before, with you and
you and you.
Twisting and scraping our way
like crustaceans lifting ourselves
parts one over the other till we no
longer were the sea but the limbs
on trees dropping seeds back through
the crusts of time.
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Counting dimes in the coffee shop
dangling earrings peeling orange
rinds, stuffing her mouth sitting on
her behind.
She had guts in her soul enough
to face the sun and what she had
done. Her tattoo came to life.
Loosening her hair, she kicked the
garbage can. Shaking bells on her
toes, she traveled the land. Sand
neath her sandals.
Face up to the moon stirring in the
brine, it was her season to shine.
Who else did she know who had
become undone. She pines, she
whines. The geese flew southward.
No one else gets to walk into
someone's life and then promptly
walk out!
Counting dimes, the church bells pealed;
golden braids she made with her hands,
strand by strand. Hand in hand, in prime
time; shook off her golden rings letting
them stew in the brine.
Ominous signs told her it was her season
to shine. Rolling to the sea, rolling to the
sea. That's what she could be.
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The Divine Mood visited me
today. Swimming in the clouds,
tearing at my heart.
As worlds fell into parts,
my being, my breath fell apart.
EXHALE
Breathe in. Make room for
the Divine Heart.
Warm and toasty, a warm
cinnamon bun. Like a cat
purr in the sun. There is so
little warmth. Eyes have a
hard time focusing; the best
part of the day is done.
Beautiful in the galaxy. Search
for the gallery. Tiredness reaches
my soul.
There is a hole where there used
to be none. A space is opening
with or without me. This will be
done. What to do with this fatigue;
Rest here or rest there I am the wings
of the
BELOVED.
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Kisses good-bye; waved out the door.
Sitting at the shore. The water is still rolling.
You want to know how much longer I'll be here for.
We'll all be here till death is at the door. Methadone,
morphine will squelch the pain, but for that ONE day
when it won't work anymore.
All the threads have been cut around the spool ahead.
There will be nothing but pain and nothing at the store.
People like it when I'm cheery and I don't know where to
put myself anymore.
Sit, stand, lay; I have no real reason to stay. I am warm
and cozy under this hood. My body is clean. That is
understood. My cuticles are disgusting. Is this the purply glut
they talk about in signs and symptoms of the dead and dying?
They are not the nails you see in Cosmo for manicure ads, you
know, manicures to die for.
My mouth feels mucky and brushing my teeth is a chore. I can't
remember one breakthrough from another. Holidays forever around
each corner; it would appear I'll still be around, what a drag; the wet blanket.
Dead broad walking down the dining room hall.
If I could cry and know the river would actually wash these tears away
for GOOD; I'd lay down and weep for weeks on end if it we're understood
that this would be the bloody end.
Tears aren't painful, nothing more than a wash. Not everything is as someone else says.
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I hate waiting.
I don't like going
anywhere either.
Patience is a
virtue that some
one else got;
cause it's all
lost on me.
Smiling is a googly
face on a cardboard
with raised eyebrows
so it looks like we
might all be smiling.
Foolish fools is a form
to flee. Something we
don't want to be; like
a bedbug or a dying elm
tree sign this here we
don't want to stop what
nature has started or was
that something humans
have done? Oh it's so
insipid. Maybe it was
the sun. Who's talking
here anyway, I'm still
waiting.
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With so many gifts to
surrender
I can't empty myself fast enough
so much to give so much to
live
the finishing line is
clear
and clearer every minute
every second I breathe.
It's time to go
release
reform refit relax
refill repent
relieve
in small bits
the soft smells and gentle hits.
Agree and be with the flow of
emptiness
let it flow enjoy the the newness of
saying goodbye in slow waves
lapping in your soul.
A soft sea, like an
ocean that slows at the
ridge of your feet. Be rich
and glow with light that
calls you home.
Lilacs still bloom, you feed
what you don't eat to the
great sea of gentility. Be
generous, it makes you free.
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Encumbered with the walker
blankets for the wet bench,
sheets of water splashing the cement.
I ventured to my smoking spot
face hidden inside my hooded coat.
I light my fire stick,
letting drops of water
reverberate on my hood.
My angel came walking by
called my name;
gave me her umbrella and kept on walking.
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Trapped in a perfect world, what does time
mean? Wait, nothing is permanent in this
wicked world.
Stay or go. Which way did you decide?
Is that your hand reaching out to me,
Shall I grab your wrist; wait, this is fine.
The sweet scent of timelessness circles
over my head spinning me heedless.
Moods float keeping my goodness in
place; there, now I can see your face
floating on the canvas circled with a
brush in all the grand colors.
The thrush of ochre, gray and sand.
Tips of green highlight the tops of
trees sitting against a sky splashed
in blue hue.
I feel you there pulling my hand
spinning me around and around
through years of you and me,
burning candles from the heart,
aroma swerving through the soul.
We set apart, not going somewhere
flames burn to keep you a part of the
great mountain that only you could see.
I wake in scented timelessness every day.
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The best words I've ever said stayed
in my head, the people are fine, dogs
walking too.
The water glitters, the gulls make gull sounds.
I thought I had secrets but
God knows there's none to
be found. I'm as wide as any
book, smaller than the ants too.
I'm on my way to places
that welcome you in
dirty underwear, unbrushed
teeth and dandruff in your
hair. I haven't seen my face
in a long time, it's no longer
really there.
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