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 Jun 2018 strawberry fields
laura
a ghost white fluffy fluff **** ball of fur
kneading on my thigh
want to smack it and knock it off
but it’s purring and it’s warm

my friends have the cute
meow meow meows
and feeds it a lot so I pet the kitty
when I’d rather fall asleep or pet you

Soon, it jumps off the bed
presumably to race up and down
the stairs at night, watch the ghost
floof away— its fur hiding its legs
and looking like a hovering white cloth
So I’ll post about my best friend’s cat instead
You're in my mind
A picture of you
So well defined
I am no longer blind
I will find you

I will not stop searching
Winter, Summer or Fall
Many times the sun will rise and fall
In my searching

I will not stop
I cannot stop
I cannot give up
I will not drop

The picture in my mind
By design
You are kind
It gives me peace of mind

I already know you
I feel you
I need you
I  see you
I will find you
By the picture in my mind

I am coming
Knowing you are there
Somewhere

I will not stop
Looking for you
Not whole
Asphalt streets full of darkened holes
Darkened light poles  
No shadows
No patrols
Losing control
Covered in dark clothes
Taking life's blows
As it goes
It is closed
Time slows
Only the darkened knows
Smelling the dark rose
Living by the dark scrolls
The dark future exposed
Shows
When the dark side arose
There is nothing to suppose
The dark will not propose
To
The
Souls
 Jun 2018 strawberry fields
laura
laugh at the spring
of an innermost bud
sweep into drunkenness
an insensitive buzz
couch surfing hymns

state to state, you in your
least excellent of clothes
still steals the breath away
from the shiniest worn by most
best friends for life, safe from him
pretty crystals shone atop the stream
they so transfixed an observing eye
as the sun did reflect down its beam

was like being caught in a dream
beautiful shimmers of light seen to ply
pretty crystals shone atop the stream

jewels of nature above the water's ream
exhibiting such a captivating dye
as the sun did reflect down its beam

how lovely this bedazzling team
glistening with a bewitching spry
pretty crystals shone atop the stream

the play across the surface of a leam
which drew a mirroring focal spy
as the sun did reflect down its beam

to partake of an engaging gleam
bought wonder unto a viewer's nye  
pretty crystals shone atop the stream
as the sun reflected down its beam
 Jun 2018 strawberry fields
laura
nightgown floors
episodic
pulses in knots
spread your pink punk drama
like the blossoms on the streets
china town
red lights
i bite off more than i can take
 Jun 2018 strawberry fields
Jobie
I hear Death's bells
and they play a tune
that sounds so familiar
even though I know
I've never heard it
before.

In a sense, it's me
that they're ringing for.

Death is coming,
but not for my life.

He will eat my past
and so it shall vanish.

I will beg Death
to devour me also,
but he will refuse,
and I will learn
why.
 Jun 2018 strawberry fields
Jobie
My face is wet,
and I don't know
if it's sweat
or tears,
but
we've won the war,
my dear.
All for you.
I love you,
my darling.
Hold me,
please.
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