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You brooded at brunchHow Dare You Quote Whitman
Sonny, (I can call you that because I’ve grey and am much older than you)
You don’t look like a man who’dve (proper grammar? I surely don’t care)
Said what you said (but you said it, and it stole my heart)
In Chapter 25 (chapter twenty-five., to be precise)
Or even a man who’dve been able to “focus” this long (though you lay claim to seeing its virtue, so I’ll believe you)
Given the amount of time (I’ve spent more than my fair share of it and secretly believe it’s ubiquitous)
And number of exhalations I know (I know) it took away
From your habitual daydreaming (I’ve a penchant for it, too)
I could (sadly, I will) continue sharing unrequited love-jabs here
But it’s late and the (glorious, but damned) mosquitoes have made their entrance
So I laugh (always — most often at myself), and tuck your bookmark (thanks) in my bra strap (ha) instead of your book (your book, bravo) and go inside for the night (and, how dare you quote Whitman?!)
Goodnight (goodnight)
Andromeda
Before begins the countdown
A single opportunity abounds
Surely you see it
Before I seek a new galaxy
The last simulation
The door closing
Before bedtime today
Knock, You
I’ll deny the universe begging
The Book and I
Name what it’s called when you cannot help but
Address each and every creature and the
City of emotions that washes over you, leaving you in a
State of awe? And, for those who feel
Zip? What do you call them?
Bookends
I spent those years serving you
Staying small
Despite that I’m an Amazon inside
A queen, afterall
You fought to write the pages of me
Poison pen
Tonight, I prayed today
The book ends
Chapter One
I feel frail
Fragile
Unfit for coffee’s courage
Its mystic effect on my morning
On my fear
I feel undone
Unrecognizable
As if in some other’s skin
Were it not for my willfulness
I would fear
Out of Ireland
The long ago
Special effects in stereo sound
Uncertain shadows
Epic, brilliant light
Clinging to a courage chair
Sinew-bending chase scenes
Not-so-tender talk
Having lived the book
There was to come the film
comes good
why this day remember back
why see it sealed in history’s white book
when fire and oil must’ve met?
the first time the light streak heard its thunderous voice
no -the unexpected, accidental, fated brush which brought blush
then quiet laughter and hard tears at the relief of it all
“…like looking through treasure.”
The book of you
Is long since written
Dreamily illustrated
Published
Perched on the shelves
And of the lists?
Waiting
To be found
By posterity
The brightest eyes
Will smile and say
You are
Like looking through treasure
Dusty
Curiosity is for others I knew
Curious I opened you
Crossed-out were all the meanings
Rewritten in red were the right ones you wrote
Green arrows referencing citatations to other languages
Not spoken before
Pronouncing words to the best of my abilities
Curious I laid you down
