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What I Like

Don’t you know I like things sweet?
Sewage water and pickled feet
Noses that run like Kenyan jocks
And year old milk that’s kept in socks
Don’t you know I like things wild?
Little old ladies with crocodiles
Butterflies and taser guns 
Grizzly bears that have the runs

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Being Invisible Would Be Bliss

Daddy wants to touch and kiss,
Being invisible would be bliss
No more hiding behind locked doors
No more the screams of father’s whores
Run through the woods to cry in peace
Maybe then the beating would finally cease
	I could live forever, but for memories
	Being invisible would be bliss
Sob in silence, in pain I cry
Pray the lord will let me die
Cannot leave, cannot stray
I’ve been bad, he says I’ll pay
He watches me and haunts my dreams
Does daddy even here my screams?
	I could live forever, but for memories
	Being invisible would be bliss

Saw that boy at school today
I beg my fears please go away
Bite my lip, hold my tongue
Please let his guesses all prove wrong
I just hope he doesn’t see
The piece of daddy that hides in me
	I could die forever, but for reverie
	Being invisible, me, no one will miss
He cannot see me, he wouldn’t care
Hated again I could not bear
Trapped myself away from him
All in all dad, he still wins
To not love the boy I’ve spied
My poor heart has finally died
	I could die forever, but for reverie
	But I am invisible, and he will never see

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The Song of the Christmas Snow

There is nothing with so much life as a Christmas snow
The crisp air is still as little dancing stars float to the earth
Strong old trees become burdened with drifts of white upon their bows
But seem honored to be dressed in such finery and appear almost to move
In fact, everything has come to life to watch the snowfall.
Then everything is quiet
There is a whisper in the air
It ripples through the trees
See the birds, they are the first to recognize the whisper
As the Masters of Chorus, the birds know it is a song
They sit as true musicians memorizing the lyrics and rhythm
So, the snow speaks, the voice is old, like it has sung this song many times
As the squirrels could tell you this is a lullaby, and they begin to search from their 
perches in the trees for the newborn
And life and love has never felt as strong as now
A horse in its pastures stomps his foot disturbed
Though he hears the song the birds do and the lullaby the squirrels hear, he, 
along with all of the worlds creatures, could swear he just heard a cry
The squirrels chatter with laughter, knowing they where right and the birds take 
up the snow-song to welcome the child they heard cry
And then they stop and the world is silent
The snow has stopped falling
The cry was only a memory from Christmas long past
The child, a child of time whose
 Voice comes with the Christmas snows,
To give every soul the chance to hear
The song of joy and love and beginning,
So it is never forgotten;
The song of the Christmas Snow

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Lake Superior

the sky has a rip in it today
and I don't think I am here
a little boat rocks it's sides in the wash
and people grow cold

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Ten Word Obituary

They found my neighbor today
sitting in his chair, seeping
into the fabric. The smell-
rancid fat, a tallowy 
rind of meat. 

The cleaners take days.
Boy George warbles
through the walls. 
Buckets sloshed
and carted to the halls.

No one collects his things.
No one cries.
A ten word
obituary:

Mr. Campbell died
and all anyone noticed
was the 
smell.

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The Best Part of Crazy

The best part of crazy is the coffee
Every psych ward and therapy office
Comes equipped with the best.
When things fall apart there are little fixes:
Black coffee.
Cigarettes.
Psych Ward.

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Every Time I Hear Those Words

Every time I hear those words
     Our father who art in heaven
My lips try to recite along
     Hallowed be thy name
Oh but I hate those words
     Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done
Those that would confine me
     On earth as it is in heaven
Tell what I am
     Give us this day our daily bread
Is evil, is wrong
     And forgive us our trespasses
I live by love
     As we forgive those who trespass against us
And love shall be my law
     And deliver us from evil
Not fear, not uncertainty
     For thine is the kingdom
I trust my soul to guide me
     And the power
And when I fail, it is I that fails
     And the glory
This devil of yours has not my soul
     Forever and Ever
I rule it, and I alone
     Amen
And the Goddess Rules Me
So Mote It Be

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Who Was He Mother?

Who was he, Mother?
The man you loved?
The one you left
To relax his guilt
For not loving back?

Who was he, Mother?
The man who kept you heart?
The one you replaced
With the boy
Who you couldn’t love back?

Who was he, Mother?
The man who held your dreams?
The one you thought of
When the boy kissed
And you couldn’t kiss back?

There is this man, Mother
The man I love
The one I left
To relax his guilt 
For not loving back

There is this man, Mother
The man who keeps my heart
The one I replaced 
With a boy
Who I cannot love back

There is this man, Mother
The man that holds my dreams
The one I think of
When the boy kisses
And I cannot kiss back

I want him, Mother
The man I love
The one I want to run to
The one I am guilty for
Wanting to love me back

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And the Trees

And the trees
laiden down their dappled hands
or bows of earth bound angelic foundries
where leaves in all their spaning handliness
cast their stained glass impressions of their souls
and dance on through the arms of fairies
their petalled gowns thrown high
will show their faces onto the heavens
to hail the kings that poise,
away above the flowered dances
another world unknown

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Rain

Rain splashes at my window
To awaken the world anew
Bringing color to this scenery
As a saint praying at the pew
Splash against the pane
Tink upon the sill
Down, down comes the rain
That makes the world so still
Lovingly caresses 
And bends it to its will