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She left in Autumn's harvest
rich reds and orange and rust.
I kept her love for many years
through all the neglected tears.
My nerves all burn in my shame
fearing she can't recall my name.
She's bitter but comforts me,
like mommy could never be.
It haunts my mind with desire.
I'm always looking for her fire.
Sirens burned me up as we came.
****** saved me from the shame.
I cry without tears
fight without fears
love that disappears
argue with mirrors.
Keep myself confused
a young girl abused
by an uncle amused
the *** was bruised.
I'm less you're more.
I'm a peasant *****
who refuses the door
a dime for the poor.
December 1, 2017

        From midnight to one
        her life came undone,
        the world's fabric torn
        as a ghost became born.

        She haunts across our street
        noises made with dragging feet;
        trembling voice says with a whisper,
        "Beware the coming of the Reaper".
Time warps are real,
God cheats, will steal
minutes become hours
night's stolen stars.
We live in sideshows
freaks nobody knows
the rules to follow.
It all seems shallow.
It's right or wrong.
It's weak or strong.
A pound of hungry flesh
in the fierce jaws of lust
seared in the lovers' blood
drinking the other's trust.
I keep diminishing
less each day older
on to my finishing
odd each day bolder
Call me Buster give
me a caring treat.
Live and let live.
I smell her in heat.
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