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No Broom Could Chase Me.

Self-Improvementizing....(yes, I made up a new word)

Big Is No Little Adjective. (revised)

The Off Brand

Taking Up Alley Living



YOU DO NOT GROW OLD

Out On The Street

THE MILES THAT ARE LEFT TO GO...

I Need To Fly

Burying the Dark

Judging The Rain

Mister Misbegotten.

The Haircut Thing

The Bare Bones

Lull the Day to Night

I Came From Water

Every One of Us Has a Door....

The House Is Alive

THEY NAMED ME ENOUGH

THE CRYPT OF THE KEPT AND THE KEEPER

UNDECIDED

Patch-Worked Trilogy

To Them, I am Dead, I am Dead

Uncovered

Someone Send Out A Search Party

Knock, Then Come Through

Elise, Elise

Great Big Waterproof World

The Blue Buffalo

Little Man Orange--My Mister Peanut Butter Trout

Wisdom of the Infinite

THE STITCH IN THE TELEPHONE WIRES

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Liminality


not quite
but somewhere in between
that is where I've been
wanting to finish
but feeling,
yet unfinished

bridges uncrossed
avenues and streets un-turned
the past may be my past
yet it has returned--
so circular.
liminality is not
the reality
most would chose to chose

tangentially.
existing on the fringes here,
of society,
due to also once again having
no choice of my own...
it has to do more with
who and what lived in and with
within my home
growing up
overwhelmed,
mostly alone

the equivalent
of anti-structuralism
equals chaos
not many gains to grasp
but much left to loss
this is how I explain
trauma
and its long toss,
and the ways in which trauma
entered in
encompassing my life

whenever these three
elements enter
they became intertwined with strife,
weirdness and a sort of
paranormal normality
no wise person wants to dwell
within this sort of odd asymmetry
and ambiguity.

its not so subliminal
when its liminal
and marginal
chaos ensues
and stays.


YOU MIGHT FIND THIS A VERY ESOTERIC STREAM-OF-CONSCIENCENESS
SORT OF FROLIC...I DON'T ALWAYS HAVE THE INTENTION OF BEING
STRAIGHT THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR WITH WHAT I AM TRYING TO SAY.
WHAT I AM DESCRIBING IS SOMEWHAT ON THE FRINGES, OUT OF
THE REALM OF PERHAPS THE MAJORITY OF FOLK'S LIFE EXPERIENCES...
BUT I BANK ON THE HOPE THAT THERE ARE SOME WHO WILL IMMEDIATELY
UNDERSTAND. THAT WILL BE MY AUDIENCE FOR THIS POEM. THANK YOU


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 1/8/2020 11:23AM PST
AND ALSO FRO THIS POET/WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD...





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