The Voices in Your Head
Say, I'm in control now, girl
just you, remember
when your eyes are infrared
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In my kitchen, I cook from memory and love.
Love is the most important-ingredient-of-all
I need not taste my dishes, for I know full well
when I sprinkle the seasoning by intuition
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There are aspersions in this life that cut to the bone
But I am not flesh or bone to be amended or censored.
I am simply a conscious being haunting a body
That has, till this present moment, been craving me.
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Her cerulean eyes a lake house
In the winter till the spring
I row to. And in my dreams,
I sink before I awake to second-think
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The hunt is on…
But if anyone shoots the White pheasant:
His purse will be lighter than none
Then- if the shot was fired at a dull plain rival.
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Blooms are hardier than we've come to think.
You, darling, are a royal flower.
You may not be a rose, cashmere pink,
a sweet William or a blue cornflower
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The seasonal woods and fields
Are mercurial at best
And when the waters are engrailed
On a breath taxingly still by bequest.
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In default, we will fall like snow
Or snake-like rain on a windowpane
Trying our best to enter again
Oh, life is a wilting falling petal.
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With one hand on the rocking crib,
the wind sometimes takes charge
and even sleepless eyes fall prey
to alarms and wolves, baying for blood.
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I am cordially dancing in deadman's chalk.
Lay just where you want me to wriggle
without breaking free, but I'm not quite yet
where I'm supposed to be.
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