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TONIGHT

Expect Yourself

When My Blues Are Gone

The Factory of Resentments

They Grew (A Poem From The Imaginarium)



Didn't You Learn That First Lesson In Kindergarten?

Where The Weird Actually Tried To Turn Pro

Accountants

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

I Long For Stars

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

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)

The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)

Dragons

the earth is our mother

All Beings Considered

This Snake

All Of Who I Was

Where The Dead Don't Mind...

Your Next New Dying Black Swan

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

Peace Where There Is No Opportunity

What Could a Death Meet-Up Have To Offer?

Someone Send Out A Search Party

I Wish God Had Better Magic

Canis Latrans

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********

the night train has awakened me
I thought I heard
a plaintive mew from beneath
the settee
the chair I was sitting in
has just turned itself around

this is not
where is our home?

night train
take us away from here
far from the pantomime of choice
at night
I find my voice
mixed with the wind

there was a time
when there were no ghosts
no souls preyed upon
by the host

I try to see the daylight
in the darkness
as the lark
has taken flight

night train take us away
through your magic tunnel
through the doorway of a new 
station.
where the air is fresh and free
where no king's broad thumb
presses down on me.
so crushingily

night train
here so many pass
without a ticket
the least are the last
I'll say a prayer before you die,
give me a ticket,
before they take me away.
let me have
my final ride.


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM
WHICH I WOKE UP THIS MORNING IN MY HEAD
12:03PM PACIFIC STANDARD TIME...DATE/TIME STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/AUTHOR/POET
MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY
COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE--
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD.





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