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THE COMPANY THAT WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN

The Great Tsunami Of Our Growing Grief written 3/2.2021--retitled 3/14/2021

Kathy Brown Kathy Brown

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

THE COOL TILES BENEATH MY FEET REMIND ME



After Wide Sargasso Sea

Like A Small Street Dog Lured In By The Promise Of Meat

I'd Like To Be Your Shirt (when you wake up in the morning)

This Is What Mermaids Dream Of

The Way Of The Crow

Words Between Edward And Jane

WAITING ON THE WORLD (March/February 2021 poetry)

DO YOU TURN THE LIGHTS SO YOU CAN SLEEP?

When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

My Grey Haired Love...La La Lullaby , La La Lullaby My Love

Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

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

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE

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)

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DO YOU TURN THE LIGHTS SO YOU CAN SLEEP?


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she eats until
she cannot
or refuses to eat at all
and buys clothes
for imaginary friends to appreciate
but there's nowhere to go
the ringer doesn't call

he hides in the smoke rings
and the fog of the alcohol
until he can't see
his way through

they react
to create the big reaction
until their nerves snap
raw and bruised

they're addicted and
conflicted
we're
the maneuvered
and the dis-abused

she cuts
to see where her feelings come from
mostly sleeps while others are awake
her dirtier demons dance
and  malinger with her thoughts
offering her evil
instead of cake


he speaks
like a locomotive like a train leaving the tracks
his words roar
building steam clouds
til the pressure cooker explodes

she can't hide
in her bright make-up
she has conversations with her troubled mind
her thoughts wriggling on a hook
no self-preservation for the blind

how
can we be freed
how
can we be cured
how
can we be satisfied
when there's no solution
when we must endure

not the pills nor
the prescriptions
not the  talking cure
nor those added drinks on the house
she's the weak of will
he's the louse

what if there was no more
resentment and anger to conjure up
what if this was no longer
this unending divine comedy

what if Mother/Father turned the light out
un-rang the fight bells
decided to be quieter
and on some semblance of serenity

the dreams are lost
on by the cowering children
their wishes for another life
another family
or perhaps an orphanage
where there'd be a little more peace

no longer mauled
by the insanity's outside of them
but nurtured as children
who can sleep securely nestled
in their beds

why do
adult children often sleep
with their light on
and startle when
the  hear the front door creak

the passage of the decades
doesn't drown the drone of
Mother/Father's ugly tones
that kept them up anxiously nightly
until the stars tip-toed away
so the night would end
the light would come
and blanket them with relief.


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THIS IS NOT A HAPPY POEM. ITS AN HONEST ONE.
TAKE WHAT YOU WANT, LEAVE THE REST.  KNOW THAT
THE CHILDREN ARE STILL OUT THERE, EVEN THOUGH
THEY LOOK LIKE THE REST OF US.

RE-EDITED FOR CLARITY OF METAPHOR AND THOUGHT
JANUARY 9 2023 4:19PM TIME AND DATE STAMPED
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RE-EDITED AGAIN FOR CLARITY OF METAPHOR AND THOUGHT
AS THIS NEEDS TO BE TO THE BONE TO BE ACCURATE
JANUARY 10 2023/ 1:37PM PACIFIC STANDARD TIME
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE
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