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touching a ghost

my ghost flew toward you
after stepping off the porch

natural, familiar
a phantom reach--

and it's wrong
that i'll dream about you again

that sorrow you feel, listening to familiarities
a voice, a song,
and when i sing i envoke our memories

which is all i have
at times:
a feeling at my fingertips

"'well you're magic,' he

I'm not floating like I was the first time, so this is a depressing post. If it had even worked half as well as it did the first time I would be asleep right now ( Read more... )

a modern reinterpretation of stalin

they'll call it
version 2.0
a thirty-eight thousand
dollar experiment

and hook him
up to
those things they used
when they wanted to know why he drempt

(and wondered why he couldn't,
with all those diodes and lights pulsating
flashlights:
hunting)

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you taught me the ways of a rollercoaster
divine, determined, destructive
daring--
darling, I want you to be so happy

satiated but scared,
a sad savior,
interrupted, inviting, embarrased
enchanting--
darling, I want you to be so happy
so scared and so wild

Don't know why. But it's cold in here. I wrote a poem. Or whatever the hell it was, not quite sure. Perhaps I'll post it ( Read more... )