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I stand in the corner of the room
my gaze resting on scattered piles
worn denim
softest of soft t-shirts
the open closet door offers a display
of no longer needed
suits and ties.
The dresser drawers have been emptied.
Still a smattering of personal objects
strewn as if they don't know
he won't be back to slide on the
ring and watchband.
Time no longer exists for these possessions
until a new somebody
searches for treasure and takes them as their own.
These things constructed of
threads
hooks
silver and gold
paper and ink
a physical representation of a man
but his legacy is not
located here
in this room
in these things.
He lives on in beating hearts
missed everyday with the reminders
strewn about.
Deconstruction of an entire life displayed in piles of stuff....still missing him.
See Lonely Larry lost in his
******* fantasies
knowing he'll never
not be utterly alone.
Using whoever he can to
forget who he is,
actively ignoring the scars he leaves on them.

There's Twisted Tina, she's hard to miss
her only friends, flies and spiders
she lures them in so sweetly
then perversely plucks their legs and wings
then squeals with delight
watching them suffer.

Hiding beyond,  Wicked Wray
who paces with her vile sashay
refusing to acknowledge
the lives she stole away
pointing fingers, calling names
but it's only her reflections in the mirror
she has to blame.

I see Androgenous Alice
hard to tell if it's she or he
doesn't really matter because
she or he will use whatever
she or he has or doesn't have
to take what she or he wants.

Senseless Sara, watch her run
far and away
with her unibrow furrowed
chasing the demon rabbits
unleashed by her careless couplings
not even worth a word of truth.

The list goes on and on....
Swaggering Stevie
Malevolent Mandy
Cat with the Claws
So many more
banging their heads in the padded room
lost in thier sickness and disgrace.
I have just one request
     To see the green
     And feel the cool
     To smell the clean
     And hear the rule
     To taste the dream
     And be the fool

The multi-colored mask
creates a scene of social shadings
All the senses mocked
by simple, slight evasions

I have just one demand
     To see the light
     And feel the sun
     To smell the night
     And hear the fun
     To taste the right
     And be the one

I'll place you on the pedestal
and surround you with the gold
But I am only human
with a heart that beats grey cold

I have just one day
     To see
     And to feel
     To smell, hear and taste
     And to be
     Just to be
     Real.
Written nearly 21 years ago.....
How to forget the unforgettable....

drink
drown
drag

stare
smoke
*****

run
rage
­rant

cry
cuss
clot

Each open mouth whispers with a hiss
".....you can't hide"
Each open mouth begs with abandon
".....fill me up"
The world is filled with empty.
Hungry is a state of mind....
Refused to leave me
Couldn't stand the thought of losing me
Turned to the only sub to try to stroke his ego
Disposable blow up dolls
(Some more blown up than others mind you)
Then he says he opened his eyes to the epically perfectly imperfect angel who was flying at his side the whole time
"I can't stand losing you" (thanks Sting)
Look at poor Alex slumped on the floor.
Preoccupied with her own inferiority, talking to Bob to try to escape the life she hates.
Her incoherent mutterings co-mingle with her dribbling drool.  
Poor, poor Alex living in the shadow of everything she thinks was stolen from her.
Alex has learned to cope through the haze of chemicals and denial as she percieves those flames of hell licking at her to be the warm sun.
Poor, poor Alex.
Always wishing there was something more.
Ironic that some would say
I'm not entitled to my feelings or
have the right to express myself....?

Isn't that what poetry is for?

Or art
dance
song
tears
screams and
silence.....?

I will never be mute
and
I honor my
heart
mind and
soul.

Nor would I ever expect it of any of you.
Speech remains fundamentally free last time I checked...
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