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He’s Downstairs. They’ve Put Him Downstairs.
The forest was covered with the feathers of my father.Shot down as he sidled towards the sun with a wicked grin,swallowed hole by the hungry, hectic hands of God’s Earth,until at last he was home, and all that remained was a skull and some feathers,and I found myself treading the boards,boring the trees with a…
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Things I’ve Seen On My Travels
Sweet, serene siren on the sapphire shore.I’m in a whirl,so unorderly,because you pull me in without parting your lips. Gorgeous creature in grey slacks and green glasses,the simple grace of grey gardens,and your grey hair,swept softly behind your ear,an array of earrings adorn you,and you shine like the sun,swallowing my soul with every sigh and…
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Revenge Is A Dish I Am Not Hungry For
I am wearing nice earrings and my shoulders are shrouded in lace.This is not about revenge.I keep my anger inside my handbag.She howls. Hurt by the way I ignore her, when she got all dressed up too,and I am so cruel,keeping her captive in the cold confines of a cool head.I have to get through…
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Saturday’s Child Is Exhausted
I am a child of abundance. My stanzas and the tension in my shoulders,plus the idea of a party,ill advised but always on my mind.I have a slight sense of self,and a slight scent of sweet danger,but the thing I will always treasure are my secrets. I keep my cards close to my heaving chest,hopeful…
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Bed At Six
It’s almost bedtime,because I am so tired.I’ve been torn apart.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 