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Laughing Maid

TO BE AN ANGEL...

Some Women/Some Woman

The Knowledge...

Time Does Not Recognize Me



I'm A Slug

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

I Talk To A Machine In My Darkness

I Long For Stars

And Even Stars Die

Crowded Out

So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)

All Beings Considered

Storms

what makes a monster (sympathy for the monster)

Max on the max

why We celebrate the losers

Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

The Times Have Come Back Of Great Want And Lack, This Is The New Great Depression

The Light Goes On In The Attic (WeAll Have Addictons)

Little Water Bug ( learning the lesson of true pain)

Hope You Enjoyed The Eclipse While It Lasted

Written For My Father Who Isn't Here To Know

I Feel Fine(r)

And With Words I Let Them Go

Used to Think I Could Fix Them.

Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity

Into The Swirling Sea Of White.

Boy Restored

Life's A Candle

Malla Batsick

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Enjoying My Newly Acquired Small Deserted Island, Thank You...


Dear Diary:

How shall I describe my new purchase
my newly acquired small deserted island,
it surely cannot be described in any small way
certainly, it requires lots of tasty sensual adjectives....

a black peppercorn breeze
sprinkles my spice islands
possesses the bluest bays
requires only happy simple days
all the sunsets ease across the horizon
grins grow wider here than melons
I feel a certain blissfulness by the seas
I relish the full on kisses of sunlight


and how the shimmering sands bake and warm the feet
what an endless alabaster beach this is...
so like an uneven hemline of paradise
and skirted by groves of swaying palm trees
which provide many quenching drinks of something succulently sweet
each morning begins my endless toast
to a joyful parade of marching summer daze
and bathing suits are worn or optional

this is certainly all a girl could ever want
my newly acquired deserted island
is the best thing
I ever bought myself...
Signed,
One of the Siren Sisters
(newly retired)

I am so done with dirty smelly men
lost at sea.



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Her Tilt-a-World
December 30, 2016 ten forty five pm
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