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Upon My Second Trip to DublinUpon My Second Trip to DublinUpon My Second Trip to Dublin
The paradox of my séance, Is that I am not dead
There is my head, still breathing and laughing For the time being at the very least, Upon your knee, resting. There are my friends, breathing and laughing For the time being at the very least, Circling me, mourning for my still pumping body.
This was my last photograph of them, Tucked away in the catacombs of my memory, Near my childhood toys and younger self arithmetic.
Every car down our street is my potential hearse, For my potential skin. There is my U
by ~kaitastrophe
What It Feels Like With MeWhat It Feels Like with MeWhat It Feels Like With Me
Teach me how to feel about you The way you have rid yourself of me. I held my mouth, like a torture victim Or a voodoo doll And spoke with my eyes. For those who looking to read.
The shake of your head shakes the world.
It is like a room like with stalks of burning lavender. It is a pillow and a warm mattress
After a nocturnal hike in Muskoka January. It is a candle after living in darkness for so long. It feels the way vanilla invades the brain, Eschewing nerve from tissue, The fastest sense on the slowest road
by ~kaitastrophe
Sitting Next to Your GirlSitting Next to Your GirlSitting Next to Your Girl
Our time grew shorter and shorter, The affairs of Cole Porter Whose songs I have sung To your tunes, airy and wrong. So very very wrong.
Dancer dancer, I ask again, sir,
Envy grew like cancer...
Never askthat dire question When already I know the answer. Dancer forced in, She crawls up you leg, Under your sheets In your bed.
You told the Joker you wanted to sing, To you, my darling, But I cannot sing anything, Not a single Note.
You said,
”You
by ~kaitastrophe
A Fairy Tale for My DaughterA Fairy Tale for My DaughterA Fairy Tale for My Daughter
Once upon a time there were two sisters who were twins. From the time they were very little, they did everything together and it was very hard to see one without her hand in the others. Each of them was very beautiful and as they became young ladies, one grew golden hair and one grew brown hair. They would often sneak away to the forest behind their cottage to tell each other their secrets and sing their songs.
You are my sister, Your blood is in my blood, Though we are two for now, In our hearts we are one. And we
by ~kaitastrophe
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