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Leo
Poems
Nov 2020
All Stories are Ghost Stories Taken out of Context
Steel grey mars the sky of a dead world
A specter stares at a stained glass rendering of a dead story he read about in a dead book on a dead religion in a dead language.
He sits on a dead tree and kneels on its dead kin.
A revenant sings
Smoke pours from the burning remains of dead plants turned incense - dying
He walks toward the pulpit
Carved and engraved by a dead artist from a dead town named after a dead slave owner
He grabs the pulpit
Dead skin of his fingernails gripping twisted filigree molded from dead vines
He speaks of life
Of Sunday morning soirΓ©es dancing in the summer heat laughing through the harsh winter laying under covers hiding from their nightmares board games on the floor of the living room of the new house on a rainy Tuesday afternoon the smell of pancakes every Saturday morning driving thriving twisting writing breathing bleeding beating
Living
And he almost forgets
She is dead
And his stories
Are ghost stories
Written by
Leo
32/M/Massachusetts
(32/M/Massachusetts)
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