Explaining to her that
I was only a double
and could appear anywhere,
she suggested I sleep
a few nights in her temple;
airless, disused, peopled
with gravitationalists handfasting.
She wore a smock
tattooed with hookahs
and a God's illegible
face. Placing a stained
glass card in my palm,
I wept St. Bernard out,
I wept thorns out and sewed
each into a heart. With hideous
cries of pity, she put me
in the city river,
peeling coins over my eyes.

What can I say to all the owls
Have lingered nights in shadows; yet
Have slept a wink at common hours
And woken when the day has set

Arouse the night-birds and his peers
For darkness ain't but friends with sleep!
And soon the sun will wake the day
And all be up, but you, asleep!

What can i say to all the owls
Who hoot and cry the whole night through
"Arouse! Arise! You sleepy things
For darkness is a foe with you!"

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A little peck on the cheeks spell
blends colorful thoughts in my way
Carmine red attacks the purple
A rainbow then floods my entrée.

A scope of emotions springs when
A little peck on the cheeks spell
Enriches lust and deep champagne
Then each petal speaks to the belle.

Landscape O Mine

I'm now no more
but a mere shadow
on the screen of time's memory
many still come to my gallery
I see

some smile
some look at me in awe
the landscape is a sure memory
of that cloudy evening
dark,
yet so wonderfully
brought the distant
silhouette
'twas a real sight
I painted it all day
and
all that night
can you evaluate
my anxiety