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Better to come, Worst has gone. Dusk was harsh, Welcome cheerful dawn. ~your smiling queen :)
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Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 2:40 AM UTC
Better to come!
You want to kiss her. Lip color makes a sunrise blush- You have to know If she'll be soft inside. You want to taste her, To figure out, if she'll dart or will she wallow. You want to kiss her but you can't say why. You want to touch her. Watch her skin across the room. You know the hollows- want to trace them with your thumb. You'd be so gentle, you'd move yourself with your deft hand, you want to touch her- but you can't see why. You want to smell her. Scrub that cheap scent from off her clothes. Get close and know her with every sensory she brings. You want to smell her- like on the pillow when she leaves. You need to smell her but you won't know why. She makes you achy. You know the tiny things about her. You gather pieces, watching out from under lashes. You'd wait for timing. You'd wait for fate to give you courage. She makes you achy And you don't fathom why. She makes you need her and you can not find why. Sahn
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Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC
Finding Why
I'm difficult and broken -and not at all difficult and broken in that oh-im-so-difficult-and-broken-beautiful way that some women can be. No. I'm just difficult and broken in all the ugly ways it manifests. sahn 4/10/15
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Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
the beautiful ones always are~
Destroy me. Take what you can from the middle. Take that golden yellow moon- that sherbert sunset in the center of how I exist, **** it, take it! And Stubbornly I'll be. When all that is left is bones for the jackal to satiate on when all that is heard is bubbles popping and the jaw creaking from the overuse of what was inside me- When that dark and silken predator lies lazy on it's back with my contents fuming in its distention... destroy me, do. ***** my remains with huge heaving gusts of your gluttony. Because you will. Because I am too heavy to carry, I am too light to settle. Oh, yes I'll be your posion, and into every cell I will invade marching with my army, marching with my anger I will wiggle in your ear and chew through the pictures in your mind, eating at the corners of everyone you covet most. I'll call you in a singsong voice that does not end. In every room you'll look to hear- in every corner your try to hide from it. I will flood your soul with my wrongdoings so you carry mine as well as yours. Yes, destroy me- dust. And you will perish from my digestion and you will carry my heavy sins. Oh, what is left? What is left? Just the eternal weight of light and you cannot eat that, On light you can feast but not thrive. It will not still the noise of the rotting wood that sits solid and solitary in the place where someone stole your exclusive rights to feel joy. Sahn 3/26/2015
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Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
The Insatiable Raven
I am angry in the way that bubbles in champagne rocket towards air. I am pretty- in that beige and golden way. That heat paints my face, Scolds my cheeks- like an iron to the crispest collar of a well-dressed man. And I am virile in the hot. Lovely reds and pinks and eyes that catch- LaCross nets that will not meet your gaze lest you see the squall I work so hard to hide. I am breathless with my rage, and oh, so beautiful! Finally. In my pain, I am dry and fragile brittle leaves crunching underfoot, the salt left careless by the sea. Nothing grows in me- nothing grows in me. I am dead sea and beauty floats boastful where love cannot swim. For I carry this grief in the way a river stone bears the weight of the rushing water. The lovely and the ruthless. The heinous and the clean.... the very worst of me is the prettiest to see... Naked before the judges table I have no shame. "Such a pity", they'll say. "Such a beautiful girl, all that anger in such a beautiful girl." Sahn 3/24/15
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
v
I wait for the crashing fight. for the tire screech, the door slam- for the lava words that roll magnificent red from my tongue and slowly drip ashen black onto the wooden floor between us. I wait for the broken flute, tiny bubbles, tiny dreams- all absorbed by Berber Carpet and mailbox stuffed with molehills of mountains. I wait for the heaving pressures that blow things upwards, that blow things inwards. That makes canyons and mushrooms I wait for the fury that turns my eyes cast with doubt, cast with coal dust. my lungs puffed with indignation- so little room to breathe that I am high from venom. I wait for the disgust to wrap around me like a Sunday School wrap-skirt colorful and gay, and dropped to the floor without consideration. I wait for the hate to be early. with hope already so foolishly spent on each other, with faith so carelessly blown away riding in invisible paper airplanes- such are the kisses sent across busy roads. Waste, waste all these desires of the mundane when lust drives outside forces divide, heat and sinner unite us and I wait, I do. I wait for it to pass. So as to get to the stuff a day beyond the splintered wood past the love, past the lush. past the lace on my forehead. I wait for it all to past so as to get myself wholly to you. For it is not the very last of days I wait to spend with you, It is the very all of days I wait to spend with you. Sahn 3/16/15
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
All of the Times
I'll have you know the movies love me, they love my lovely face in silhouette and they say, 'oh you are the reason we do what we do.' I think you should know the sidewalk loves me, they heave my great weight effortlessly and say, 'oh, it's such an honor to hold your burdens up.' You should probably be aware that waters love me. they ****** me in the most intimate places and say, 'oh how can I not tickle you so?' and luck, she burrows in the meager coins in my pocket while she seduces a golden deity to give me baby prosperities. Blessings, those scamps, they just adore me! Ringing and ringing their bright silver bells so that only I can hear them... throwing  butterflies down with the rain so the drops fall Softly Down against my skin because Time, he seduces me. He takes me into the strongest hold and tells me stories! Oh, the stories Time will weave just so I don't leave his lap and- I'll warn you, the stars are mesmerized by tracing the shadows in my face. They love to play hide in seek, they hide in my eyes for days and I can't find them. And Laugh! Laugh thinks I am her playmate and she shares whispers with no other. With no other that is not me. I am loved the universe wide, I am loved Far reaches of the sky, I am loved. Beneath the sticking blades of grass- yes, loved there as well. I am loved, Now hold my hand and Love me too. Sahn 3/11/15
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
On the ways which I've Been Loved
Stringing my words together like garland on the aluminum tree whose lights flicker on and off haphazardly bouncing from silver tin leaf to silver tin leaf. I stammer and push them out with my tongue. until I become my mama's face from the effort. Those words, they push to come out a labor- out into the world, newborn babes. As i sputter and kick them (no graceful exit from me). Yet the lush ones wont leave me, my throat swallows them whole with the smooth roundest effortless bite that they are not. And my tongue recoils, curls between letters- hides in the punctuation rears from the bitter. So I stumble and stammer and quite a fool myself, make. Gulp until I am knotted  inside and I leave this foolish talk alone at the bottom of the sea of bile. I leave this talk to stronger folk, or younger folk or kinder souls than me. I shut my face door. Shut it, slam it and leave this talk to better dreamers than me. sahn 2/12/15
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Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
Facedoor
I saw you over there, lustful man. I braided **** ribbons in my hair so they could make you think of wrists and feet and places of interest. Ribbons of heat curling from the effort of not watching me. The devil leaves a sinful man who fights within himself- The devil leaves the sinful man to battle lonesome. The devil knows what you do not- you'll never leave as victor. I pass my glaze of a glance of sigh of a slight turn- you de-watched me too. That is to say you watched me so tightly you had to un-think me with purpose. You had to descend on those deviant rungs step ginger down, rung by rung by rung and you stopped half way between me up here and me down there. and oh! what a glorious place you stopped. The holy place of me- where I am still a Mary and a Magdelene? I've yet to be. Sahn 3/3/15
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
Man Against the Wall
I got loadbearing feet. -18 wheeler legs. drag my demons and devils in the tanker behind I stand tall, Oh this weight. "She's a good one," they'll say, not understanding How fast I can leave. "If you catch her- there's cement foundation under the moss that grows over her faith." Hurricane glass in my ocean gray eyes I've got steel framed thoracic spine that holds my haul steady. I tied down my baggage with bungee and coil. I've got road ready feet as there's asphalt that's burning. I've got weight bearing soul- and spare beneath the hood, I've got to keep it moving though As I'm just passing through. Sahn 2/9/15
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 1:08 AM UTC
The Rig
I want each step to land my foot tangled heather ash and soot. And lead to where the wicked go... where the darling schoolgirls know when to turn with redden hue gasping their intact virtue. Yet I long my footfall down- mossy sinfully buoyant ground. Run to meet him by the stone kiss him on it's granite bones. And he'll swing me wide with wonder pirate, he'll be, ravage. plunder. I go where all the good girls shant. all my christian vows recant. Yes I will meet him by the river and onward I keep through the creeping myrtle, creep- and the sinners sandbox and painted ladies swings (where I rest my chastity case) that's covered in leather and tied up with lace. Delight   as I watch good girls gasp- as I swing wide hips, wide. Thier ****** ******* clasps. And that night will give birth to a wretched new way I am wanton and crafty and unwelcome at tables-where ladies demure and insist on "no more!" and need polite conversations to endless relations. I'll roar down that path like a thundering herd, like an air stream that carries the weariest bird. I'm curved, I'm pillowed. I'm chest out. I'm willowed... I'll have holes in my souls all four of them dotted. Or six of them spotted? Like a cat's lives they'll feed so that reaper, recedes. It's this path, though, you see them? The Glories majestic. Twined up the tree trunk and my heart is arrested. I'm put in the mind of those sinewy women and sin comes in scent where that glory blooms nightly and clasp hold of these moments of recklessness tightly. Sahn 1/12/2015
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Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
Morning Glory Road
I want each step to land my foot tangled heather ash and soot. And lead to where the wicked go... where the darling schoolgirls know when to turn with redden hue gasping their intact virtue. Yet I long my footfall down- mossy sinfully buoyant ground. Run to meet him by the stone kiss him on it's granite bones. And he'll swing me wide with wonder pirate, he'll be, ravage. plunder. I go where all the good girls shant. all my christian vows recant. Yes I will meet him by the river and onward I keep through the creeping myrtle, creep- and the sinners sandbox and painted ladies swings (where I rest my chastity case) that's covered in leather and tied up with lace. Delight   as I watch good girls gasp- as I swing wide hips, wide. Thier ****** ******* clasps. And that night will give birth to a wretched new way I am wanton and crafty and unwelcome at tables-where ladies demure and insist on "no more!" and need polite conversations to endless relations. I'll roar down that path like a thundering herd, like an air stream that carries the weariest bird. I'm curved, I'm pillowed. I'm chest out. I'm willowed... I'll have holes in my souls all four of them dotted. Or six of them spotted? Like a cat's lives they'll feed so that reaper, recedes. It's this path, though, you see them? The Glories majestic. Twined up the tree trunk and my heart is arrested. I'm put in the mind of those sinewy women and sin comes in scent where that glory blooms nightly and clasp hold of these moments of recklessness tightly. Sahn 1/12/2015
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Temper- now, now, there. He is man of raging waters- ease flees  his body Like birds spooked by passing train. Time and truths drag down his shoulders as He walks his well-worn path to Earn his well-worn dollar. His arms limp to pick the tempest bottle That fill his flaccid faith with the warmth of a hundred singing choirs. Temper, now - hallelujah, hallelujah He fills his cup - king of kings- and pours it down the funnel of his spine, And like the clown that blows up balloon animals He blows up a lion blows up a fighting **** He blows himself up into hope-into happy. Temper man, mine, I am branches of his trees Snapping in the sudden gale The storm that brews beneath his feet. I am what he preserves - what he destroys Makes me like one of his castles That drip-drop drip -drop rise in the sand I rise, towers blossom fragile Queen of Drip-drop Land - temper man watches it all wash away I am sullen and silent and stirring His madness alive as he tangos with electrified demons on the beach where I puddle. Oh how tiring it all is, And he'll wake to drag his medal with him As he walks the dusty road to clutch his dusty dollar So he may do it all again. Shan 01/05/15
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 3:31 AM UTC
Temper, Lover of Mine
she is gone like the waves are to the sand she was there and then she's not. she is gone. like a hand is to the shake like the Eve is to the snake like the sun is to the morn she is gone. She has gone. like the path is to the lost. like the trees are to the roots. like the skin is to the snake she is gone. she is gone. like the kiss is to the cheek. like the strength is to the weak. she is gone. and still, and still he waits like the river rock he shakes but no movement will he make she is gone. he will bide his time like lakes she will roll like tides and take what is hers and what he left she is gone. and still he waits and still he waits. and time will edge and clip and she will dodge and she will duck she will shine and she will grab and still he waits. still he waits. sahn12/17/2014
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
and still he waits
it's so perfect. so divine. inside she finds that safe place and like a marble is blue like a gesture is small like yeast must rise- like the cat's eye, paw at you. because as the cat waits with the sunbeam she plays. the tea and the teacup- exquisitely she waits. she waits. empty she will. so deny still exquisitely majestically instinctively she waits. on her own bone china pretty little fragile thing on her own she waits, exquisitely she waits. sahn 12/4/14
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
exquisitely the tea cup waits
A waiting doll in your waiting corner where you left me to love me later. Your jointed, painted playmate stilled, eyes wide and thrilled where you left for solace someday. I am timepiece. mantel placed with Christmas lace? I am mark the date your ticking tock tock knock three chime movement, seconds flat chiseling out time to spend Am i your singing cherub child? Red faced ruddy, trilling and wild Am i your avec la voix des fleurs? a note that waits here on all fours patient to be heard to sing in lazy ear someday? waiting willing wanton woman serving sarcasm and delivering indifference to the audience that's left behind two cents to the dollar now and the floors electric with the sales of mighty stocks and mighty bales and two cooper, two is what i gave you. for the love of a girl in disgrace of her moral path shall you advance her or will she be placed below. two pennys two. between her and i. avec la voix avec, la voix. sahn shannon april alice 11/24/2014 sahn 11/24/2014
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 2:40 AM UTC
Avec La Voix
come to me. to the floor where i kneel in front of you. follow me- pay attention close and bend. your will. your beliefs, your promises. your boundaries. your comfort. follow me with your stare as i slither back above the floor. and crawl over your expectations your judgments your rehearsed words dripping like drool from a baby's lip. delight, devine as i slide off this good girl's skin contain your greed disbelief desire while i take you up mountains in your mind, lover. i raise you from the center of the sky. while i blind you with lust 'till you feel silken places inside- so fragile they will tear ill bring the goblet to your mouth sir- with the richest ruby reds slither down your throat as if it were alive. oh yes, we will climb, feel the mount behind us holding us up... wind up so high must be stealing our breath I will give you touch, lover. the kind you never found in all your searches. the kind the does the touching with it's shadow not it's skin and the shadow dances to tickle in the most promising of places. yes ill give you whispers up here-bounce them around like a helium star slowly whisper here, bouncing, slowly whisper there. rake what used to be my fingers.... now though they are sticks from the forest bound together to glide through your silky hair and leave their beautiful pine scent. come to me, and share old magic just a baby of the woods- lay you on a bed of branches cold leaves, borough in your naked skin... bring to me now your empty pallet and fill my sorrow with your fight. sahn.   11/23/2018
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 2:21 AM UTC
the proposal
come to me. to the floor where i kneel in front of you. follow me- pay attention close and bend. your will. your beliefs, your promises. your boundaries. your comfort. follow me with your stare as i slither back above the floor. and crawl over your expectations your judgments your rehearsed words dripping like drool from a baby's lip. delight, devine as i slide off this good girl's skin contain your greed disbelief desire while i take you up mountains in your mind, lover. i raise you from the center of the sky. while i blind you with lust 'till you feel silken places inside- so fragile they will tear ill bring the goblet to your mouth sir- with the richest ruby reds slither down your throat as if it were alive. oh yes, we will climb, feel the mount behind us holding us up... wind up so high must be stealing our breath I will give you touch, lover. the kind you never found in all your searches. the kind the does the touching with it's shadow not it's skin and the shadow dances to tickle in the most promising of places. yes ill give you whispers up here-bounce them around like a helium star slowly whisper here, bouncing, slowly whisper there. rake what used to be my fingers.... now though they are sticks from the forest bound together to glide through your silky hair and leave their beautiful pine scent. come to me, and share old magic just a baby of the woods- lay you on a bed of branches cold leaves, borough in your naked skin... bring to me now your empty pallet and fill my sorrow with your fight. sahn.   11/23/2018
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if i give to you a universe, you said to me this morning- what would you fill it with? a blank universe, you coaxed me this morning- tell me what i'd see. i said, unwillingly at first- i would not take your universe not your gift to give...not your stars. i would not take your universe if you gave it on bended knee. -but if i had a universe, a blank universe i'd fill it with ecstasy storms and kissing maids romping with bright hued braids twirling and child's first prayer that electrifies grass blades and butterscotch ice ponds and fields of wildflowers and books lining roadways and words raining sideways- with trains running backwards and time moving slowly with music for dinner and dancing for sadness with lovers and mothers and magic and you. perhaps i said, as i rolled close in the sheets i'd just fill it with you and i- and i would love you when the sun did shine and when the sun did not. and i would love you when you closed your eyes and i would love you as you wept. love you as you walked toes tickling my ground and sand and i would love you when you sneezed and as you sang         and as you aged. and i would love you sleep to sleep- my tiny universe to keep. sahn 11/19/2014
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Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC
the universe game
*I have climbed 300 steps and sat beside the butchers pets. I have etched in marble stone and rose in blankets made of bones. I have danced with withered ****** and laughed with sinning pirate bores I have taken flights of mind marched in armies of mankind. I have burned the church yard down danced on every hot red mound and dug out wells with pails of red and to the children gave ****** bread. I watched the sea swell with delight Gave hope to those with endless night I grieve by every paupers grave like lovers tears for the newly saved. I have sold off squares of skies to melt them off in poisoned pies. I have squander endless gold from rich men's purse that I've cajoled And I will drink my whiskey straight and make a list of what I hate. I will jump off areoplanes crashing through cathedral panes And I will topple endless trees upset the nest of surly bees. And if you don't contain my spill keep your promise in good will For I am simply lost at sea waiting that you come for me. For I am simply biding time waiting for that love of mine.* sahn 9/9/2014
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 2:24 AM UTC
what i have done
I saw a man who was buying time with the last of his pennies in a threadbare coat. He whispered to me on the train that we caught that a love that will waste, is one caught in one's throat. sahn 11/9/14
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
Transaction
*There is funeral going on, hush for the death. quiet for the mourning, the dead demand respect. There is a death and I grieve you so pity on me and silence, I beg. let me tell you how I mourn you I yearn back our laughs in synchronized pops of noise one tinkling on bellowing with breathe. I am rage, full of bitter that I must grieve your hand as I know that hand so well! That hand held mine and so It must be that it were mine so Naturally I RAGE for the loss of my hand as well. Quiet. Stillness There is a procession See? We were happy once Perhaps it wasn't us that died. Perhaps is was contented's demise and we are still an ember of life and I am at the wrong funeral because we are still flickering a bit ...just a bit. it's all you need to start a fire a spark of yellow will do. I see red when I look and see your blue cornfield eyes I see yellow in the fuzzy field of your hair. Shh.. they are kneeling. Shhh Something has passed on but it's not us? Right? This is not final walk? There is hope... I showed it to you! Hope, we've just taken a wrong turn you and I This is not our funeral My hand doesn't grieve. My lips do whisper respect. Shhh. This is a funeral. Respect for the death. sahn 11/2/14
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
Black Funeral Suit
lady, lady i love you, this could be truth but mostly undoing. Sahn 10/16/2014
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Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
Lady 12W
I've counted them all, five in total. Five hundred perhaps five million more after that. I've counted them to get them solid... Solid for to eat them up. Line them up like peas on a spoon. I've run from them. Fast, and my feet burns underneath. I've run to India. I've run to Mars. They key to outrunning is not to look back. There, I just did. I've colored them with periwinkle and yellow moon-glow crayons. So carefully in the lines, I stayed. Bright cheerful hues to banish out the dark. (You can't color out the dark.) Oh, I've faced them, ****** foolish. Face them, they'll multiply. like a drop of water expanding into a bucket of water into a creek of water into a river of water into a monsoon. Face them and you give them life. Now you'll know they're real. Now you'll know that it holds hands with what can be. Slick and satisfied, devouring mirth. On it's back I climb stealthy- ride it like a crocodile, it can't lick you way up there satisfied smile... Oh, lover lover, You can't bite what you can't reach. sahn 10.11.14
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
Pursued
With- my bites so small they are almost kisses lined up like the dead: hands tied, blindfold blinding. With- lips that miss a touch by the width of a breathe... just by that much- the amount of air it takes to gasp your name. With- moist that rushes out of me- all parts of me to grasp your parts of you. Moist from my perspiring shimmying lips- moist that forms in a valley between my ******* and meets the moist like dew on the hairs of your chest. With- tiny bites on your neck right in the soft spot right below and right behind your ear, mirror to the place I tuck back my hair nervously like I do when I  am With you. **** your bottom lip like a honey crisp in tiny bites- and savor all the juice that drip drops drips from your tongue. With you, within. With you Within. Sahn 10/10/14
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Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC
Honeycrisp Moon
I don't always see the ghost- he chooses a wicker chair to sit- seems to be the problem when past comes to dine. I don't always see them- the empty obscure references as they drip like baby saliva from pale lips places we've been, things we've done. The past sits across. pinky out daintily as past will do when drinking champagne and talking about the good days. I see him like James Dean leaning against the door frame. I feel like Grace Kelly Flipping blonde hair flips in dip and twirling curl, licking pink lips as if they were full of icing on cupcakes. Yes, I do not see him. Here I go again flirting with the past. I do not see the emptiness of the stare as he looks across to me I think foolishly it is star crossed love- and grab his hand to slip wistfully through my own and pull him grudgingly forward. I zoom with him room through room, looking for a place to hold him. And the  present sits forlornly on my front porch. dejectedly he sits. And the presents gift- of soon wilted flower lay on his lap... And the present stares through the window as I waltz with a ghost. I do not see, I can not see. I do not see the ghost. Sahn 10/03/14
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Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 6:21 AM UTC
The Ghost Who Came to Dine.
In a memory, in a postcard, in a corner, in my mind. I tuck it there and wrap it well old newsprint to mark its date. In a bottle, on the bottom, in the lake, in winter, I ship it there and throw out anchor and watch it as it bobs. In a place I won't remember as soon as I remember to forget you- I'll have shelved you and stocked you inventoried and packed you. And then I'll say, "just where did I leave that thing, that heart of mine?" And then I'll say, "What was that thing I remembered to forget?" In a thought that I won't think of you when I think enough to think again Is where I'll banish you to. Yes, In the that place where the lost things stay lost. In that place where broken pieces stay broke. I will take you and your soft way- long kiss, tired eyes, weary heart. No. No, I'm remembering again. Infested. I'm infested. Sahn 9/18/14
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC
Infested