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You Got Your Lilly Back

Errands (WHAT ARE YOUR UNOFFICIALLY APPOINTED ERRANDS?)

I Write This To Remember



Marinate On This

This Snake

What Could a Death Meet-Up Have To Offer?

Where The Dead Don't Mind...

Canis Latrans

I Wish God Had Better Magic

For Another Mean New Sun.

It Came To Me While Doing Laundry On A Sunday Looking For Some Blank Space To Write In Before It Was All Gone...

THE POCKET DOOR

Nameless

Night Train

HOME

Different

wandering the rolling hills ...(written for his model)

All You Have To Do Is Breathe....

Funny, Not Funny

cat speech

A Start Again...(I Green-Dreamed Again Last Night)

Checking Out

All The Changing....

two out of three people

Lonesome Love

A Dog Should Have His Tail...

Some Children Have Nightmares (tentative title)

Enough to Clear The Clouds Away 4/13/2019

Last Night

Only The Choice To Be

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Weak In The Knees


a part of me goes with him
when he walks out the door
I can see his steps
and how his hips move in his jeans
I would know him from behind a whole block away

in the morning
I inhale deeply
while I watch him sleeping
his scent filling my nostrils
he smells warm and musty
like a cat napping in the sun
with a self-satisfied smile on his face

I know him
by a certain jangle of his keys
in a crowd of people
my ears focus and pick him out
my mind estimating when
he will come around the corner

in the car he hums
as if it were a reflex
sometimes he sings
and I join in
I like a man who sings

often he doesn't know
I'm admiring his profile
in awe of who I see
as my heart quickens

at night when I lie awake
I listen to him breathing
sometimes he laughs when he is asleep
and I smile

I have known him for a long while
still there's always more to know
and I like him
more than I started out to
which was a lot

sometimes when I think of him
it feels like a swooning crush
I get weak-kneed and sigh
and think about luck
and how maybe
it has not passed me by at all
but entered on two feet
with wide shoulders
and arms that surround me.



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MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
10:59 AM January 26, 2019





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