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 Feb 2017 Joshua Dougan
CE Green
which person was I when that was written?
an appetite now batgirl'd
you haven't made the pilgrimage yet
and yet you're begging for its cessation
world crusher abandonment.
Africa sized.

bubble gum brain numb
and just three more kisses
teal pints for the ice joust
skin games for the fire proud
beasts of December
Loud.
© CE Green 2016
 Feb 2017 Joshua Dougan
CE Green
The real time enterprise
Unkempt lullaby.
Summer palate
Blue. Solid.
Resting all the day long
Felt up, and nauseated.
Autumnal incantation
Worry prone emasculation
© CE Green 2016
 Feb 2017 Joshua Dougan
CE Green
There is nothing better than when your hand grasps my wrist like the beckoning tide to the swollen shore and you place my arm around your darling waistline.
© CE Green 2017
 Feb 2017 Joshua Dougan
CE Green
When Followill sang "the walls came down"
I'm not entirely sure my heart was there at all.
I do know it was stunned, in stasis, encapsulated freeze- frame
instance.
I knew everyone in the room.
They made mimic sounds, and swayed about.
I was locked up.
There was no way I was getting out that easily; the tears would have their time.
Soaked western fabric along the length of my arm upon trying to stop them short.
These flooded emerald windows yield rivers of January.
Curtains down. Applause.
© CE Green 2017
 Feb 2017 Joshua Dougan
Gidgette
On her bed, she lay so still,
Listening to the singing,
Of the whippoorwill
I took her hand,
Put it in mine
Combed her dark hair,
So long and fine
Then I dried,
Deaths sweat, from her brow
Knowing she didn't have,
Too much longer now
She opened her eyes,
Gave me a smile
She said,"Dear friend,
I'll see you,
In a little while."
The tears in my eyes,
Oh, how they stung
And on, and on,
The whippoorwill sung.....
For my Carly. May she rest in peace. Were it, I could share with you all her dark beauty, I would. She had waist length black, wavy hair and a naturally perfect smile that would take the devils breath. She died of brain cancer. She was pregnant with Madiline Rose. Little Maddy, died one day before my Carly. They were the very meaning of beautiful. I named my Stella for her. Stella Carly Byers.
Greetings and salutations,
Mr. President Trump
It's a beautiful day,
and congratulations
4 years and perchance,
Who knows 4 more!

Now the power is yours
to make lasting changes
improve our economy,
reduce our national debt,
And stop global warming!

Thanks for bringing back jobs,
and protecting our borders
Bringing back our dreams,
And making America first

For both Americans  today,
and future  generations
I hope at the end of 4 years,
I can say job well done!
Four white stars in a triangular field of blue
A keepsake posted on a living room wall that forever reminds me of you* ...
Copyright February 4 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
I was in love with a poet
At the tip of my lips - Like I had a choice
A choice to say no
A choice to say not this time
A choice to say never again

I was in love with a poet
Numbness swirling through my body - Like I did not want to feel
To feel the pressure
To feel the friction
To feel the hit of explosion

I was in love with a poet
Tickling my insides - Like I wasn't waiting
Waiting to take it to the next level
Waiting to completely submit
Waiting for the ******

I was in love with a poet
Scratching at my flesh - Like I had a chance
A chance to not be entered
A chance to pull away
A chance to say I will not swallow your pen anymore
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