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| a dream
i met the girl of my dreams
in a room of the night
with the blackened out light
and the walls closed in tight
she ran my hands through her hair
and slept in my arms
seconds lasting a year
seem to roll on so long
holding hands
kissing lips
"see you soon..."
and that's it.
if we're ever now to meet
while awake, not asleep
will you move then to go
or to come home with me? | | |
| Irreparably Altered
or
House of Leaves, by Mark Z. Danielewski, Pages 80-86
The walls have shifted.
You have become a five and a half minute hallway.
Mollifying her insecurities,
You whisper a line the camera never hears.
With deaply creased brow
Everything becomes readily comprehensible.
And your placement in the sequence
Is fueled by one, somewhat enigmatic sound.
How far back does it go?
Her compelling book is filled with yesterday's resented strength.
Moving slowly down the rope and descending into an illusion,
You've been privately incensed,
Your jars are full of suffocated light sealed too tight,
Keeping you both from proceeding further.
She's teaming down the darkness with those powerful halogen lamps,
But the darkness just swallows them.
Yet with the right combination of wrong turns,
Everyone ends up where they began.
You have an uncanny sense of direction
For someone who is dangerously
Without the assistance of a compass. | | |
| When Twenty Held Forty-Eight
He stood in the doorway with only one free arm
As she ran to embrace him
It was the same doorway she’d stood silent in sometimes
Remembering the wait outside for the bus to pull up
He’d always turn to wave as he stepped up into it
And again through the window when he sat down inside
That level of love is what spins the world faster sometimes
But it’s today that he stood
Bewildered in a state of action suspended
His other arm dropped a suitcase
Full of clothing dirtied by the
Three months of stories she’ll never need to hear
To know he loves her
Holding her in his arms
The happiest moment existed
In the most beautiful flashstorm of sound and emotion
She wept her face to his chest
Tears that sounded like joy, splattering against a welcome home, son
And it felt like growing up, roles reversed for thirty seconds
Lights flickered, walls expanded, doors flung open, nothing could contain
What's now freeze-framed forever
On the wall of his heart
Bringing meaning and life to an otherwise dreary day
And if beauty ever tries to flee from his lifeview divine
Or if it dances any day to a close far too soon
If home seems a concept with meaning no more
And the future looks back in silent taunting pain
Eyes shut show what once was held tight and so close
The most truthful ecstasy ever to pour out a person
It trickled down the side of her face
And soaked up through his sweater
Lying wet on his skin underneath
Seeping deep into his heart
The world spun faster than ever that day
When twenty held forty-eight
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| A Book Full of Stars
When the cover opens easy
She knows something's not right
Closed for most of the year
It should remain so, and tight
Inside magic moments of color and print
There the two of them dance
Play and sing
Holding hands
For the rest of all time
Closed or not
There the two stay
play and sing
Holding hands
Memories pour out too thick
Dot the walls of the room
Bright on black as they fill it
The room expands packing tight now
Of fore-gotten scents
And the girl overcome by
What should no longer exist
He once followed her outside
Out the door
Near the end of it all
It was night
She was leaving
He always needs to say more
She didn't stop oh, as he did
When he paused and looked up
Past their collapsing mini cosmos
Past sharp stinging goodbyes
Past the tears left to choke on
And a future of lies
Stars died as he gazed
Whole solar systems gone
Each with life meant to live
For forever and beyond
Some say what you don't see
You never will miss
So she closed her eyes tight
And then blew him a kiss
One he'd never see or receive
Microscopic view blinds
The objective wide angle
Still the cover and the pages flipped by one by one
As his eyes looked right up
And his smile seemed so strong
Trapped spinning inside of her mind she looks back
On the life that she thought would be dead, don't look back
There it is, don't look back
In that sky, don't look back
It is held smiling in a book full of stars in her lap | | |
| The Throat-Latch Meets the Jam
Her eyes begin to shut
And before the bottom lid meets top lash
She thinks about the word love
Memories though gone linger long now
Her door begins to shut out the pain
And before the throat-latch meets the jam
Her neatly packed away recollections break free from their storage
Break to thousands of pieces
Impossible to contain
Shattering slow
Falling slower
This ice storm of cold shards of the past
The door couldn’t be shutting any slower now
Freeze frame shame rushes by
Already set in motion, regrets come too late now
Fragmented dreams-come-true of yesterday
Fall to the ground
Seep out of the room and hover around her
As she tries to shut them out
Shut out the room where love lies
The click of the lock inside the knob begins and lasts a lifetime
Denying herself access | | |
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