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 Jan 2015 Wallamo
mûre
Floaters
 Jan 2015 Wallamo
mûre
I am spooked
you are everywhere,
you are everywhere like
the floaters, as soon as I
try to track you, focus
on your image
you race ghostly into my periphery
dancing just out of reach
you are everywhere,
you are everywhere-
I am spooked.
 Jan 2015 Wallamo
mûre
pretty prey
 Jan 2015 Wallamo
mûre
a bleeding heart
draws all the sharks
once called, they come
and don't depart
 Apr 2014 Wallamo
mûre
Terminal.
 Apr 2014 Wallamo
mûre
Dear _,

It's been hard to write. You were always the muse.
I'm no longer Anonymous. Anonymous is no longer mine.

Once, he smashed my lamp. I heard the sparkle of cheap IKEA glass fanning out on my floor like a miniature Arctic Ocean. When I came back to my room, he had a broom in one hand and your mug in the other.

I told him he could break anything in my life, but not that mug.

I am bound, my dear _ . Not because I wish I could tell you how much _. Not because I , or that I miss when we __ , but by sterility, latex gloves, telegrams. I am bound by the distance and detachment that keeps us safe as we venture inside other humans, other hearts.

The only way to survive terminal love was to induce a coma. Sleep until fixed.  

At best I will dream of your laugh.
Above all, just missing your friendship right now.
 Mar 2014 Wallamo
mûre
Negotiations
 Mar 2014 Wallamo
mûre
You used to believe you could barter *** for love.
I used to believe I could trade love for safety.
How wrong we both were.
 Sep 2013 Wallamo
mûre
If I'm the cowgirl,
courage is the bronco
and you're the stranger in the mask.

Call it geographical bias,
but I know we're both tired of tumbleweeds,
both allergic to dust.

So carry out,
carry on.
Spit and be brave, child.

This town ain't big enough
for our desert rose hearts to grow.

So give me land.

Lots of land.
Sing this song to anyone over 80. They'll love you forever. And ever.
 Jul 2013 Wallamo
mûre
If you should ever mourn
for the trickery of distance
take heart, my clever love
for I am there.

I never left you.

Close your eyes.
Can't you feel me?
The Trans-Canada Highway winds all through your veins
and I'm travelling from limb to limb, leaving mementos in all your provinces.

Inhale, your cranium is my house.
Our mingled memory, the portraits of every hallway
reanimating CBC radio conversations of our own frequency.

Now...
Open your eyes.
They are my electricity.
You need merely to exist
to keep turning me on.

Listen to the silence, the thrum of blood in your ears
is my car pulling into our driveway-

Speak words of love, for your mouth is my bedroom-

Look closer-

And I know you will see us plainly.

We are never, ever apart.
 Apr 2013 Wallamo
mûre
out of beautiful spirals of dna
I'm so glad they settled on you
my sweet scientist
my clever clover
my favourite pair of genes.

If we chose our samsara
If I could bring you back
and you could bring me back,
I'd do this again.

And again.

I wouldn't change a single thing about you.

I wonder how many lives I've already spent loving you?

Happy Birthday, darling.
 Apr 2013 Wallamo
mûre
Sometimes I wish I had God.
Any God will do.
The big booming voice to say:
Squeeze my hand, this is going to hurt
cosmic beard that I can nestle in
put cucumbers over my eyes
and pretend it's Sunday morning forever
In that static electric grey cloud
where I can hiss at the wicked
and hum at the meek.

Sometimes I wish I had Religion.
Sometimes I envy those who do.
Bartender, I'll take one of what they're having!

Everyone needs something to take the edge off, right?

But then I see the commandments
written in the fables of children
I see holiness in the eyes of my lover
and forgiveness in the silence of my friends.
My family is my flock,
no- the whole world is my flock
and I am all lamb and leader
and leaf
a trinity
drifting

through an endless river of love.

I am Godless.
I have no Religion.

But I am blessed by divinity.
 Mar 2013 Wallamo
mûre
I got tired of being broken,
so I fixed myself
and added a patio.
Eating disorder. Conquered.
Depression. Conquered.
Panic disorder. Conquering.

And I've taken up violin. You know.

You have the power to actively build the life you dream.
Never, ever underestimate that ability.
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