A ghost
with a
resentment
has risen
out of
the ashes
of my
past &
being out
of touch
with what
tangible things
are worth
laid claim
to my
butter dish,
even though
I don’t
have a
butter dish
& the
world in
which I
might have
has long
since vanished.
The ghost
is trying
to resurrect
a vanished
world because
if it
can it
will cease
being a
ghost.
There’s
no way
this will
happen.
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I want
nothing from
anyone.
I want
to be
left alone
to clean
windows &
write Shards.
I’m not
sure what
will happen
if someone
tries to
take this
away
from me,
but it
won’t
be pretty.
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Intelligent
homely women
are sexier
than beautiful
stupid women.
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Write about
what you
know or
better yet
what you
think you
see coming
around
the bend.
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The way
things are
going I’ll
be checking
out not
a moment
too soon.
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I’m the
only person
on the
hill today.
I’m going
to sit
here in
this splendid
silence until
the stars
come out.
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