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post melancholy past
tangible chill
charaded memory
mind capacitated
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A Daisy and a Daffodil
grew side by side
each so very still
entangled by the Earth

A thunderstorm rolled through the hills
there was a massive stretch of foliage killed
including Daisy's best friend Daffodil

Once the weather turned around
a Rose bud began to sprout
rays of sun fed her leaves
and so she blossomed beautifully

Rose became Daisy's best companion
together their petals danced in the wind
they stayed through seasons end but time came back around

A front stops in from off shore
to birth a storm greater than ever before
Rose watched Daisy torn from her grasp of dirt

The cursed and wretched breeze
carried a Gardenia seed
she has the fairest petals and the sweetest of scent
she rises up to say 'Hello.'
the sun shines again for Rose.

I looked over and beyond your shoulder
past the hills and into a far off valley
I saw two figures dancing happily
whos image could this be?

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath of the wind as it picked up
in the pockets of air I could hear their laughter
traversing over the land
they hold hands then break away
their space between is night to day
but they are so close.

Shades of brown cover their faces
brunette hairs wisp in the breeze
the length of one is lesser than the other
I realize this is a man and woman
playful in their harmony
a picture of you and me.

Pixie dust, *****.
Our world is bleak and sick
filled by clumsy ***** searching for their next trip
shaking red hands in a haze of cigarettes

Me.

So, as I have now lit my cancer stick
inhale my moment of what is truly calamity
a recognized but slow-moving demise
maybe I will quit tomorrow.

I only smoke ****, man.

And who does not enjoy a drink or two
or seven?

Some hole in the wall
that has great chicken wings and cheap Chardonnay that sits over the water;
can we sit and forget the rest of their pointless lives or being broke
and sit just slightly apart
that we can not help but want
and do, touch.

Our smiles, postcards from our togetherness
what was a glum and still depth now rippled by our laughter

I am happy with that, with you.
I would love to stay forever.

Sincerely,
one twisted soul reaching out to another.

You are supposed to hurt
it is better that you cry
you are here to love again post script.
Break her heart.

Do it,
destroy a small piece of her pride.

It is worth it.

You will both be wiser
strive for greater, love kinder

And just like she hurt you, and I hurt him
and he hurt me, and you will hurt her...

Be cruel, for you hold a sense of satisfaction
but you see the eyes in where you are enchanted
we all heal with time

He is a wringer
snapper of neck, diseased infested bird.
Dancing ***** strippers
pieces of puked up poultry.
Laugh when the sun is up
during the night you are real
when the clowns come out to tease and ****
haunted by their giggles

Press sweaty palms
jump picket fences, cut across lawns
our bodies pound as the adrenaline pumps
overwhelmed by our endorphins
you pick your speed up
I follow you
four flailing legs
carrying bits of blades of grass
hoping to steal a ride on our greatest of expeditions.
We want to get out of this town,
disappear from our past
you and I will burn this city down and dash.