Let’s congregate in this wildflower desert
To share two roars: one love…one hate…
Each heroes in our own hellish light.
Where the biblical promise of dreams blaze
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I attempted to write a poem for you,
but you were nowhere to be found-
no stark imagery, nor depth of sound.
So I wrote only of losing all sense of you,
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God was very upset:
'What do you mean
I don’t Exist? '
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How I knew Faulkner was very simple:
He lived right across the street from me,
The center of the town where there was an old farm,
That house became the home of a family named Elliott
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I always meant to tell you I was sorry,
So sorry I was that you must’ve known
your godmother and I were totally
godless. I remember the time we brought you
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Over rocks, over water, and shoreline air that blew
in a direction unknown to him yet given in one
fierce breath. Or maybe it was her ill imaginings—
how in one moment that crude day would comfort
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A root causes sorrow
in a woman
who does not grow.
Your root within me
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An aftermath of sorts
when nothing more can be said.
I’m a disembodied lyricist with stale cigarettes.
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Find myself stroking
towards a clean feeling.
Towards the cold womb of the vantage corner,
not so far away…
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A red tablecloth found in an abandoned
Italian restaurant.
I took it home, sang over it.
Wrapped myself tightly wound inside,
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