Janelle Farvour Poems

The lunacy
And the absence of moonlight,
lying here staring at my ceiling
because I can't see the sky.
...

Because I am not cautious
I speak out of turn
And too often
Ready to jump aboard
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It's downtown Smalltown and getting late.

The bookstore's windows are all fogged up, my head isn't clear and it's safe in here, so I go in.
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Living things have always died because of mishaps
such as starvation or injury.

But there's another sort of death in which cells
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A vessel motors up far away fringe,
northbound in Southeast Alaskan waters like cutting
a ribbon.
The boat moves upwards the chart and slices
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The only place you can see me anymore: the haunted house of the Internet.
Where all the ghouls go
to their little deaths.
I nearly killed you so it is only right that you tightened
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