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Like The Wind In The Middle Of The Night

Uncovered

The Blue Buffalo

Little Man Orange--My Mister Peanut Butter Trout

Not Someone's Grand Illusion



Wisdom of the Infinite

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

THE STITCH IN THE TELEPHONE WIRES

Patch-Worked Trilogy

I Turn Forward

The Storm

Prairie Town Progress

Beyond Door Number Three

And Then It Wasn't Hard To Be Eight Years Old

Elise, Elise

A Bird, A Fly, A Cripple (Pity Poem?)

The Make-Up of Molecules

HOW

Haiku's In Triplicate

THERE WILL BE MORE ...

EVENTUALLY...

The Change In The Change(s)

At Night I Dream of Vampires Who Have No Bad Intentions

Human History is Pockmarked With Tragedy

EXPECT COMPLICATIONS

A New Clear

What Exactly Comes Next?

Unseen, The Lilacs And The Daffodils

morning thoughts (begin again)

Encounter Before Dawn

Somtimes in Surrender

The Cruel In The World (Blue Bag Metaphor)

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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.


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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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