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By B.K. Date: 2020 Feb 20 Comment on this Work [[2020.02.20.04.39.29568]] |
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When the fairies wake me up On nights they want to play I brew chamomile tea Put on Satie To swing and sway I try not to worry Or get lost in shadows The ghosts here know me They sit on edges of the bed Knitting their bones Never saying much I know they want to talk about you But it is useless clatter I have been traumatized enough Desensitized Try spelling that at three am So they knit and I purl worlds I mean think of all the adventure I would have missed Had I not taken the wilderness road White rapids with big rocks To bash ones head at any moment Oh Darlin is this what I am doing Still wondering what would have happened Had I stood still Living in shadows after midnight Michael Dulin tinkling the keys Dancing with your ghost The knife still hanging out of our heart Still trying to kill off old lovers in poetry Backward reality trying to haunt me Such a cruel woman I must go back to sleep Before this booger bear truly gets me 2-20-2020 The second month twentieth day of twenty twenty bk |