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american bohemia
from out of the lonely beyond she came
reaching into the void with mystical arms,
searching with a reckless predication.
her hands found me in my bohemian sanctum
& she offered to keep my secret passions safe.
we had no permanence nor security to exchange,
no blessings nor happy endings.
so we put a heart up for barter
(when a heart is so easily broken.)
we noted our thoughts & our desires;
it was music, it was poetry spoken.
we were soldiers in a war of attrition,
& we found a way to make love
outside of our physical bodies.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
but drifters need to drift,
urged on by a tumbleweed wind.
& angels are spirits of the open sky
& so they must fly –
there were other fantasies to chase,
other lovers to seduce…
there are places where ghosts whisper
what they never had time to write,
so I go there.
they will teach me how to be a poet.
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