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Written for Emma BG Webster

Since the first book I have been reaching for a new style, something to break the second person in speaking directly to you, it is intoxicating, it is the allure

Curtains up
This is a stage show, not cinema
Tears already
Kind of heavy, set in the skeleton
Slim frame sturdy as the light post swinging
Long socks rise
Shape like an hour glass kills
New death and that is a good shade on you

Parade of blue
New skies welcomed

Would-be sages slew the beasts that they gave name to
Old wounds knock funny bones
Text jokingly that it must be the city air that is choking me
Good sex bruises around my throat retort that you feel familiar
Smeared ink
Slashed tires
Comme ci, comme ca
“No such thing as maybe, baby, I call em how I see em.”
Not my type
Are you a man or the prototype?
She says I’m a man

Seaworthy making way towards horizon, trying to see the moon on the other side
No division
Legs wander across the scenery
Heart laced in gold standard
Have mercy
Leather clad goldie locks, the mix breed bears resemblance to matter, matter of fact more lovely than the sum of her parts, funny how that works
Curtains close

The color red is for times like these
Rose pedals litter the stage in clumps
Lights dim but the life doesn’t fade away

Beach is dry and the tide has gone out
Crabs scurry along before the gulls get you
Slide ways to shells
Tongues twisted in knots
Peach cheeks keep record of what charcoal cannot contain
The refrain of a feeling
Solid
Warm
Pallet stained
The razors edge cleans up a spot for something new

There is a cleft
Keep breath from escaping
Breath in
And again
And again
Encore
"Dialectic reasoning out of bounds."
"It is just not the way things go around."
"You arouse suspicion."
“Something has gone missing, I can feel it in my chest when I put my head on pillow.”
I wanted to say something about the overwhelming sensation but I just can’t find the words
Trying hard to put you in perspective
Advantage
Form fur silken blend and structured
Knees and toes and I add enamal
All is well in love and war
Sore spot below the navel because we are in but this is not one of those songs
People keep talking
The unavoidable truth too attached
Bye shoe strings
Rip cords
Seconds to impact and he’s not stopping