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LeeJ
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0 posted 2004-08-11 06:21 AM


Living to Die, Ghosts of Lies

Looking better then I had any right to expect
Atmospheric stilled, texture compacted silence
Columns of elastic second-guessing?
Bookends between a steeply pitched roof
Twin live oaks, gathering dusty inclement weather
One of age & nuptial, thick as a portly man’s thigh
Planted indigo ruins, like a dining room chandelier spies

The debts and unpaid taxes, reclaiming fear
As sunset, approaching footsteps,
Tows open a door from inside
Like flesh and blood rain,
Dripping mischievously from the eaves
Hanging twin barrel ghosts,
Armed shadows remain
Cursing what ran past me
To the end of his pain

Permanent residence of unpaved purpose
Tracking me down
While hiding in persecution
Feverously clearing my throat,
Couching up murky anguish
His, and mine, mouthing initials on our souls
“No more pictures please”! I scream
Tobacco juice spits on a non-fiction best seller

One drink says goodnight to a haunted house
Groaning with dreadful vengeance & review
Winding…rewinding
Remains meddlesome, upon insomnia dreams
Ones waiting with a smile of lost affection
Self-appointed ramrods good-byes
Embarrassment smiling sweetly at shorelines
While free styling through an oceanic cloud

Vantage point-threshold of a black void
That he had every right to drop me in
Deliberately leaving the lights off
Icing down Champaign on a moonless night
In the morning who could I be, where am I…again?
4 years gapping at empty linens
Calling 911, gasping, “Where the heck have you been”?

Anger yawns with a fist
Obviously never being the one he’s missed
Shapeless flannel cuff slices a notch on thighs
As insignia of dirty talk seizing initiative
How long does the alarm ring?
After throwing it across the room
Using the back door
Scrubbing dirty floors
With recycled paper towels
Ones from a dollar store
Throwing away lottery numbers
Gut instinct, holds solitude close
Heavy overtones poking me in the head
Again and again
Reminding me of that night he silently screamed
An ivy covered brick wall implicitly growls at me..

Vengeance is thine!
you! Stay alive to die!

Reminding me why I prefer solitude
A lesson well learned



[This message has been edited by LeeJ (08-11-2004 08:07 AM).]

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Earth Angel
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Realms of Light
1 posted 2004-08-11 07:10 AM


Yeppers! No need to sign it! This write has your signature all over it! A montage of illustrious vignettes with a punch of a closing! ~ and title!

Hope your day goes well!

Linda
Flower

Professor Gloom
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of Depression
2 posted 2004-08-11 07:33 AM


Staying alive is just the struggle
Sure I know there is death at the end
But I wont cower from it nor embrace,

Interesting write

Gloom

choshi
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since 2004-01-01
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3 posted 2004-08-11 07:44 AM


Powerful in image feeling and form.....~P
Seymour Tabin
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Tamarac Fla
4 posted 2004-08-11 07:53 AM


LeeJ
Is the shovel still in your hand?
Poem

Dark Stranger
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West Coast
5 posted 2004-08-11 08:22 AM


decomposing at one's own pace?

interesting prospective ms
life is a wallet
and we are stuffing notes in it
not to spend
but to save
to read when it is over

enjoyed it

Toerag
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Ala bam a
6 posted 2004-08-11 09:18 AM


Has anyone ever told you how much you look like a young Adrienne Barbeau?
Enchantress
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Canada eh.
7 posted 2004-08-11 09:20 AM


*Smiling at Toe*

Another amazing write Lee....
Gawd I so much enjoy your work.
~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~

~ Those who complain the sun has gone out of their world
       ....have obviously never danced in the rain ~

Kahlil
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8 posted 2004-08-11 09:29 AM


LJ: Sounds like more than just a lesson...
"Gut instinct, holds solitude close"...indeed...
Your writing style fascinates me...a snapshot of your mind.  Love it.
K

passing shadows
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displaced
9 posted 2004-08-11 12:34 PM


indeed, solitude
MGROVES
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california
10 posted 2004-08-12 02:27 AM


your so good with words  


iliana
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11 posted 2004-08-12 02:56 AM


Ouch!  Very vivid and strong writing, LeeJ.   ....jo
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