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S Fletcher Oct 2014
Slow, you breathe. Barrel-chested shelter. Shelterer, from weathers and fictions seen only for a moment. They flutter under the lids, furled and reeled by your celluloid-spun mind. If only I were there. I do not want to be cold. (I am trying.) Just to warn you, I’m a bit of a hoarder. But I’ll keep the edit room floor clean. I am ready to say it. (And I am not ready.)
You mumble these dreams. I promise I’ll guard each like my own. Every word you will ever almost say. Your orphans, your nothings. Your ”please understand”s. And the “never mind”s. They sigh heavy in your greasy paper lungs. Babe, even your un-popped kernels are gold. If only you knew. I lose sleep over that kind of garbage. I remember which closet. Which shoebox it’s in. I am ready to say it…
You want a wider-angle lens for your camera. A few more popcorn munchers at the alter. I want to know just how cold it gets in your room at night. To rustle in drifts of your lightly salted dream fluff. I want to measure winter’s gradient from the bed’s edge to yours. If only I were there. I do not want to be cold. (I am trying.) I am ready to say it. (And I am not ready.)
Jeffrey Robin Jul 2016
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I try not to hang out in those sorts of places


)?)

You know

I too try to avoid all negativity

))))

I try to focus on the one true goal of life which is

TO WIN
THE DAILY

and

Make my psychiatrist proud of me

...

Ancient laws

So visibly and proudly broken

THE NEW AMERICA (?  


Respect your elders ..... ?)

**** THAT !!!!

////

We are the

NEW
PIGS OF THE WORLD !

/:/

She

She is lovely

She is the moon child


///

The wolf people

Come to steal her

Make her  A CHANGELING

turn her into

A HELLO POETRY POET !

( you know the kind I mean ! )

Though you may pretend you don't


::::


The shelterer

The healer

The true lover !

THANK GOD !

Here I am


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