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A L Landers Aug 16
Dear Professor Confessor
Articulated processor
Should i saddle my id
And rattle my lid
Reading tea, leaves
And quietly grieves
Carving stones
Rolling bones
Theophrastus
Seer, fast is
Now unstuck
Text informed
And automatic
Dialectic didact
Providing what lacked
In my education
Matriculation
And now free of
A and B
I say to thee
Jai guru deva
Om
A L Landers Aug 15
I awoke with the words
“I love you”
Still resting on my lips
Like a timid bird
Too afraid to fly
But in desperate need
To set aloft
And tell the Augur
What to divine
A L Landers Aug 8
How can wholes
Be filled?
A overflowing cup has lost its use
Unless again emptied in another place
And so
I seek to empty myself
And be filled with your mysteries

To once again be emptied
And refilled again
A L Landers Aug 7
Two souls meandered down the path
Both whole
Without another half
But together they did band
Not obligate
But to lend a hand
Words and thoughts between them flowed
While wary, he caught himself to goad
And she, a freely flying nymph
Who wholly he could but catch a glimpse
Though miles apart, they shared the path
And communed as though both telepaths
He struggled to undo traps he'd made
In beds of others where he'd laid
For to catch this nymph would destroy the beauty
And although he respected this, his duty
He could not help
As he reclined
To think of the two of them entwined
Untangled, and connected by choice
But he found no such desire in her voice
And when he'd rest she would return
With images and lessons learned
And so he let the dreams be read
Satisfied by visions in his head
And so amused by what transpired
She would so gently stoke the fire
With delicate appreciative care
So lightly hung upon the air
A dancing smoke
A dreamed affair
And so still floated in the air
Two souls both whole
Not half a pair
A L Landers Jul 16
You are both at my side
Asleep
And i
Awake
Remembering a spider
The first thing I can think of
I see a golden boy at his mother’s breast
Much favoured
As he drinks from her
She drinks from him
His life flowing into her
Her love flowing into him
I want for you to be something else
Not an echo
But a response
And still my daughter
And I the father
I want to give her the things that the matriarchs lack
I want to give her the strength to transcend
I want to give her her brother
But he and I are held by women who would make us their protectors
Their completion
And she and I are somehow whole
A L Landers Jul 1
When I was a boy
I wasn't
I wasn't a little girl

I was a miniature adult
Who didn't quite understand
Why people said things they didn't mean
And it was to be nice

Why I knew that my friend’s mother had been molested by her father
When I was only eight

I was so afraid of the dark
No one talked me out of it
But I felt it was important to turn off the light
And so I did

There were no monsters
Just people
And they were hell
I learned to defend myself
So that I didn't have to fight

Except against my self

And I keep losing

But at least I can protect everyone else from me
A L Landers May 31
My eyes open in the dim light
You are not there
Old engine oil in my ears
and red tape on the walls and the
Peephole

I am in every cheap hotel across the country
Anything could be outside of my door
I could be in a small town in Idaho
An inlet on the coastal northwestern shore
Minutes from the beach on the southeastern coast
The glorious place where the plains give way to mesas
I am all those places
the ones I've been and will go to someday
Scouting
Searching
Finding my way back to you
Before the diesel fills my mind
And my thoughts leave the rest of me behind
And so at the designated hour
My movement will be swift
My stillness will be complete
Non-doing
Ever prepared
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