The sounds of home greet me
the trickling sound of the fish tank
my mother's eccentric cackling
and my step father's loud voice
...
Apricity, like warm
fingers on a cold day
like yours in mine
chasing away the ghosts
...
When we are together
my heart is light
my lungs fill with laughter
but my brain is consumed
...
There was once a pretty young lady
She waked around with her head bowed
Portraying a meekness, mild, and humble
Terribly unaware of her presence in the world
...
The wind blows a laden sigh
yet comfortably, unmovingly, here sit I
where some would become tense
I am lax, billowing like ribbons on a fence
...
I'd say, I've never seen
the sea
but, I'm fibbing
possibly
...
As I passed the threshold
a mysterious song was playing
with words so ominous
a halting pause ensued
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Star-lace
Somewhere between existence
And pure imagination
...
Right as rain they say
but how can rain be right
If you're driving
it can be quite wrong
...
near a hidden nest
acrobatic birds are propped airily
on the mortar of brick walls
perfectly unaware of their talent
...