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 Oct 2013 Naajya
Showman
First there is the prep.
The roommate.
Wearing salmon colored pants.  
He has Shaggy from ****** Doo
On his left thigh.
The alcoholic.
She has a drinking problem.
She is in denial of her drinking problem.
She hangs out with the loners.
The loners.
Unkempt, unattractive and fat in all the wrong places.
The blond looks like Tom Petty.
The one with dark hair, glasses and braces
They live next door.
Living together but segregated. 
Wild cards.
All of us.

©Gambit '13
 Sep 2013 Naajya
Marsha Lynn
We used to have tea parties at 3am
And replace the tea
with whiskey

we used to shake with excitement
from each others breath
life pulsing from our hands
as we exchange a connection

flittering leaves are dropping
like bombs outside my window
each is a reminder that every second
we are farther and farther apart

this year when autumn turns to winter
I will bury myself in a sea of blanket
and close the closet doors
to rest with my ivory counterparts

and I'll give you the key
to free me when dew
kisses the ground once more

release me when your heart thaws
and the weight you bear
in my seemingly empty skull
is reduced to nothing

I'll give you the key

lock me away
to hibernate in an ivory coffin


dissonance has never sounded so sweet
Are you there,
Wishing, hoping, wanting?

Are you eaten up alive
Consumed by me
As I am you?

Are you dreaming
With your eyes open?

Always only half present...
Always exhausted,
Unable to escape to sleep
Starting awake, at 3am
Then locked to thoughts of me
Until the alarms' call?

Are you there?
I am here,
Wishing, hoping, wanting.

Are you there?
So am I.
I am there.
I am there, too.
A little message. What does it mean...? Exactly what it says, or more...?

Where is he...? Where am I.

— The End —