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 Jun 2014 TheExpat
Shaded Lamp
I,
a colony of 37 trillion cooperating cells
Would like you,
a colony of 37 trillion cooperating cells
To accept, some of my
colony of 37 trillion cooperating cells
To join some of your
colony of 37 trillion cooperating cells
to create a completely separate
colony of 37 trillion cooperating cells
and as our
colonies of 37 trillion cooperating cells
cooperate less and less,  our new
colony of 37 trillion cooperating cells
shall be looking for a
colony of 37 trillion cooperating cells
to repeat what countless
colonies of 37 trillion cooperating cells
have done since we swung in the trees.
Ah romance, the thought of each person being a colony of cells is as humbling as it is fascinating.
They told me to color within the lines.
Miss Teacher said it looks beautiful that way.
She told me to use more then just yellow and pink.

They told me to color the world correctly.
Miss Lady said it is normal that way.
She told me, “The grass isn’t yellow and the sky isn’t pink.”

They told me to color within the lines.
Miss Bossy said to be creative and use imagination.
She told me that I had to come away from just pink and yellow.

I told Miss Teacher to color outside the lines.
I said that it looks more better all pink and yellow.
I told her that she was too old to know what creativity is.

Miss Meanie told me to color within the lines;
And when I said pink and yellow is the bestest like lemonade!
She told me I was wrong and put me in time out.
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That was a dream.
It was the best kind of dream.
The kind that is so vivid,
so bright.
I could smell the sent of your skin.
Touch the scruff on your chin.
Kiss those lips which held that grin.

It was my favorite dream,
but that's all it was.
Just a dream,
and when I awoke
you were still gone.
Unlike in my dream.
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I look out the window at the empty
acres that spread across
the Missouri plains.
My mind wanders through the fields
of memories that house you.
Nothing is empty there.
That's when I realize
I'm almost home.
Finally.
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 Jun 2014 TheExpat
Life
LOOK AT ME
 Jun 2014 TheExpat
Life
You will not look at me.

Not even look at the brave face I practiced
Not look at the smile I painted
Not at the dry eyes I skillfully mastered

This mask I made for you to see
But still, you will not look at me
As if my fakeness, will mutilate the image you have of me

*I can tell you, it will.
 Jun 2014 TheExpat
Life
I Decay
 Jun 2014 TheExpat
Life
Sometimes I’m afraid of being sick
Afraid that what I am has a name
Afraid that I helped create a term  
 
Sometimes I feel it
Feel the me that decays
Feel the heart that pumps the rot around
 
Sometimes I wonder if my decomposition can slow
Wonder if my blood needs thinning
Wonder if  I need a leech so as not to rot
 
Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I wonder
Then I remember that this sometimes does not matter
 
Because death is certainly permanent
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