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 Feb 2015 Mark The Vagabond
Lia
like an injection between your toes
she's the highest rush when she's there
& the most sickening pain when she's gone
My heart will not be denied
Soul, body, and mind
I will not be confined
I'll reach for the sky
This, I will live by

Even after I die
I will be immortal
My words have no goodbyes


**-Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved
 Feb 2015 Mark The Vagabond
B
You asked me to
describe the pain
I hold in my heart,
so I walked away
without looking
back.*


B.S.
 Feb 2015 Mark The Vagabond
Lia
drink my blood
eat my heart
swallow my tongue
crack my bones & **** out the marrow
i have enough to go around
...
To myself as I walk out,
"Yeah,
Her son the waiter."
 Feb 2015 Mark The Vagabond
Lia
her mouth opens
silent scream
her hands clutch her heart
so uselessly
salty tears curl around her cheeks
drip on her tongue
everything sounds like tv static
her lungs are in a panic
Evergreen and ivory
Turquoise tears bleed ebony
Fuchsia trees bear violet cherries
Blood oranges,
Mushroom clouds and ashberries.
These are the thoughts that grace my mind
As I turn to leave
Garden gnomes and rose scraped knees
Faster now
Faster than before
Kiss me golden,
Less, then more
And tell me who I am.
Coteries and clandestine deals
Soft-sweet midnight chamomile
And indigo aspirations
Somber February celebrations
Anniversaries white and red
Blue and green and white and red
And can you keep a secret?
Black-tea memories always slap me sleepless
And I have never known quite exactly how I feel.
Clementines suspended in yellow lamplight
Cross it out to scarlet rewrite.
Beige mountains and Alaskan hills
Crescent moon and sawdust mills
Silver smiles on a benign boat
Blessed if I'm an allusion to a footnote.
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