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If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

THE COMPANY THAT WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN

In The Sanctuary Of My Head

The Broken-Winged Birds and People (re-edited 4/5/2323 3:03PM PST) (re-edited 11:14am PST 2/23/2023)

The Hell Of Winter (re-edited 4:27pm PST 3/9/2023)



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THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE

When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

Kathy Brown Kathy Brown

Something Not Quite Right About Here (Vortex) re-edited 1/26/2023

THE COOL TILES BENEATH MY FEET REMIND ME

The Way Of The Crow

DO YOU TURN THE LIGHTS SO YOU CAN SLEEP?

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

CHRONICLER OF DREAMS

YET ANOTHER ANTI-POETRY POEM ( re-edited 11/2/2022)

You Do As You Please 8/17/2005 found poem, readjusted 6/20/22

HERE WE SIT AT OUR TABLE 2/19/2022

Much Better Than This ( A Conversation With The Universe)

The Straight Story (What Happens When The Writer Inserts You Into Her Story)

THE TIDE CALLED LONELINESS

A Girl Always Leaning Forward Looking for A Breeze

Entanglements

Have You Ever... (DECEMBER 4/2021)

Appetites

How I Still Love You

The Smile Which Eludes @

He Says To Me, I Think Too Much (and hence dream too much as well)

When You Learn Who You Really Are And What Is...

Anti-Poem Number Three 8/2/2022 Or, A Poem Your Proper Mother Wouldn't Write

Breathing On My Own

A Girl Is More Than a Beautiful Box re-edited 10:15pm PST 1/31/22

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Lights Out



parking lot attendant girls
who work in fancy hotels
have dreams
melissa chewed her pencil
as she wrote short stories
behind the parking lot till
filled with her schemes
the Fleetwood Cadillac
with its green hard top
parked in the third space
under the moonlight
became the scene
for her next murderous plot
where a showgirl
who carried her Gideon's Bible
and read it everywhere
and in between shows
was found in the moonlight
with fresh blood on her
pretty sequined panty hose
and spattered across her
quizzical blond bombshell brows
her tossled head looking up from
the bullet-ridden dashboard of the Fleetwood
counting the stars she would
never again know
when a horn honked
interrupting  the murder in mid-thought
the leather boy with the spit-collick curl
in his dark mustang Shelby
unloads a 38 special into her booth
and that's the abrupt
end to her tale
bang bang and shoot-em-up
isn't no real way to go
only the parked green hardtop Fleetwood
with its cold eyes
plays the silent witness
as melissa's
stars
go out.

all these random words given to me by my partner to fashion a poem
legal copyright for this poem
and also for this poet Melissa A. Howells
and also for this LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
12:15AM PST TIME AND DATE STAMPED FOR PUBLICATION.

WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE AS WERE THE TWO PREVIOUS POEMS.






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