PART 1

OH HEAR MY VOICE… UPON PAPER WHITE AS SNOW. COLD COLD HEARTS STRANGLE ALL MY LAUGHTER… AND I FALL FROM ECSTACY TO BLACKENED LAND FILLS.

AS TRASH I AM TOSSED.

AS GLASS PICTURES , HAUNTING LOSSES,CUT MY LEG AND I BLEED, CRY AND STARE OFF INTO THE WALL

THE WINDOW SHADES BLUR INTO THE DARKENED PRISON.

I ROCK LIKE A CHILD AND CRY LIKE A TORTURED SHEEP

CAUGHT BY A LIONS TEETH.

" OH WE UNDERSTAND " SAYS THE CO-DEPENDANT MINISTER.

HOPE CASCADES AND THEN EVAPORATES WITH THE UNANSWERED DOOR OF MY EXISTANCE.

A LETTER COMES IN THE BOX WITH POETRY MERITS.

STARVING IS THE ARTIST AND DARK PURPLE THE INVITATION FOR THE GRACES OF AN AWARD THAT COST THE POETS 700.00 TO RECEIVE.

————————————— PALE MOON. COOL RECESS

—————————————–FROM THE HEAT OF JULY.

————————————–I WALK AMONG ZOMBIES AND

————————————–GOONS.

PART 2

REST THERE MY BODY… UNDER THE MOON… ON THE COOL GRASS OF MIDNIGHT.

I SEE THAT HEAVEN SEEPS IT'S STARS THROUGH PALE CITYS

WHERE STREET LIGHTS BLIND THEM.

CLOUDS MOVE AND DISAPEAR BEHIND CONCRETE PACKRATS AND

WAL-MART STORES.

THEY DRAINED THE PEACEFUL LAKE TO BUILD PASSENGER TRAINS.

I COVER MY EARS IN MANIC-DEPRESSIVE WAVES.

THE NOISE EVICTS MY SERENITY.

THE MAN OF ROBOT CELL PHONES… SCANS MY LEGS AS I TURN RED

AND REBUKE THE BLATANT KILLER OF ROMANCE.

CHATTER… CHATTER " WHERE ARE YOU HEADED " HE DREWLS.

" THE LIBRARY " I MUTTER.

NO EYE CONTACT… CHANGE SEATS ON THE TRAIN.

PART 3

THE FOUNTAIN MADE ME SMILE.

LONG LOST CHILD WHO ONCE DANCED WITH ME IN THE WATER

SPURTS.

RED HEADED SON OF MINE… RIDING SCULPTURED HORSES.

RUNNING FROM TICKLING HANDS… LAUGHING BEFORE AGENT MOTHER STOLE AWAY MY BLUE EYED BABY.

HONOR YOUR MOTHER IN PSYCHOTIC UNDERCURRENTS.

FLASH BACK… FREEZE INTO THE CHILD WHOSE HEART SHE TETHERED AND THEN BROKE. ME.

STORIES ARE TOLD AND THEN FADE BACK. IGNORING EVERY PERSON I PUT IN HER PLACE.

THE PATTERN LIKE AN OLD TORN QUILT. I CLING STILL.

SHE IS DYING. I DO NOT HOLD HER HAND… I DO NOT INSIST.

INSISTANCE IS ANOTHER CAGE.

THE DOCTOR DISCARDS ME FOR MY OWN CRIPPLLED CHOICES.

————————FROM MY OWN BARRBED WIRED VOICES.

KINDRA CONNELL!

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