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The Factory of Resentments

When My Blues Are Gone

Expect Yourself

TONIGHT

I WILL RETURN



Silver-Tongued Devil

Within The Green Wind Becomes The Fall

Think On This--IF YOU WOULD

Open Lines

You Got Your Lilly Back

I Write This To Remember

Errands (WHAT ARE YOUR UNOFFICIALLY APPOINTED ERRANDS?)

And I Smile ( Little Little Bird)

Where The Weird Actually Tried To Turn Pro

the earth is our mother

This Snake

All Of Who I Was

Where The Dead Don't Mind...

Peace Where There Is No Opportunity

Night Train

What Could a Death Meet-Up Have To Offer?

Someone Send Out A Search Party

I Wish God Had Better Magic

Canis Latrans

What's With The Lead Overshoes?

How Does It, How Do You Matter?

THE POCKET DOOR

Like The Wind In The Middle Of The Night

The Hoping

This Is It

The Inner String

For Another Mean New Sun.

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The Finisher's Song


I'm the Finisher
the one who holds on
when she should no longer touch
things and words and memories
immutable and singular stuff
not of dreams
but more like nightmares

I'm the Finisher
I memorize people
and things are not intangibles
I linger in the essence
its essential
yet,
I've been told I stay too long

I'm the Finisher
I stare into space
until it no longer lingers
everything diminishes
grows shorter
even my hair
but somehow
I must finish all of this

Why do I need to be an occupier
of any stage
remember every moment
every anguish or rage
every love and every single age
and all to which it attached?

you only go round the bases once
I won't be coming back
is that the facts
there's no guarantee
to get it all right
even when
you finish

something's left
someone's left
undone.


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER
MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY
COPYRIGTED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
AND HOPEFULLY WITH THIS
I CAN REST
TIME DATE STAMPED 4;16AM JANUARY 26 2019
"IF THIS IS ANY ART FOR WHICH YOU CARE....

WOULDN'T IT BE NICE NOT TO HAVE FLAWS
BUT THEN, I WOULDN'T BE THE FINISHER.





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