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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.

Some Children Have Nightmares (tentative title)

Nameless

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

All The Changing....

HOME

Lonesome Love

two out of three people

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

cat speech

Funny, Not Funny

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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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