Darene Winey

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Fic. 67

fear of this and fear of that...
a perpetuating fear of standing in front
of the parade of treats and my quarter
a pale slug and shy of real currency
this daily weekly monthly lunacy

i want iwant iwant

those floating cheese sandwiches,
never those surprise filled donuts
and why the hell not those donuts?
or the perfectly shaped butter tarts,
the myriad of sodas

which is which

a processed cheese ego,

a perfectly shaped relationship,

the surprise filled self esteem,

the myriad realities?

i hang on and on and on and on

oh but truly darling dearie

my life is a scant askance

ooie i disapprove,

yes but there is alot to share and not
all of it necessarily anger

so much anger and suspicion that cripples
me yet for all of my desire to accept

so then who shall i accept first?

is it a lover?

a creature to sweep me away and under
the carpet aided guided by my own need
to forsake myself and responsibility

for my sex and life

as the powerful individual i feel trapped
deep in this abyss of my belly

screwed in so deep through the button
navel gripping the spine like

arthritis.... or god could it be

alover? someone to sweep me away with
passionate lips and thrust to cram me

in between their first chakra and the
neckbending wall while i surrender

my god given precious treasure

and tummy tunnel knowing deep

within the sou) of my imagination

that as i cry fuck me i think to myself
sheesh i am fucked oh am i ever fucked.
well honestly speaking i’ve been told

a million things, and none

have i ever doubted as i love you

why? i wonder why?

as though i don’t know

i walk the proverbial finely linely

my strength of will and peace of mind
that act as ballast against the ingrained
and familial and societal skeleton
whose gravitational pull rivals that

of the blackest hole

it can suck me suck me

right fucking dry man if i cease

to pay attention or pay to much
attention for that matter,

my being clenches like a baby’s fist

and there’s no love that can surpass

my own self denial

what lover i need?

oh one ican belittle find fault with
despair over, deny deny deny

the right to be themself as easily

and flippantly however savagely

ideny myself. yeah right i say

where o where can this whole thing go
but deeper and deeper into the mire

of human evil.

my lover must be myself

and this can sometimes seem such a far cry
to teach myself to love

what better laboratory than within

the realm of myself.

michele philp

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My blue
Head swollen

My eyes wet
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the thirteen colonies,
home home true, free
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glad and big and
guilty by implication
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he she they say
embrace, open, free
la fleur mon sembable
ma soeur
and marked for cor
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pay your own way
civilized stickinyourthroat.
pay, pay, keeping always
true south the pass your eye
and goal! emancipation
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as a momento momento
of your visit
(come again, do),
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maybe the experts (notexpert)
and or althing(allcrook)
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and what’s an expert anyhow?
drinking gladly the
suspicious hat
and the photo-opstaged fear
and keeping shutight our eyes.

Delicious sweet inside peach

Sticky
Warm
Sentimental

Mine memory Meek

Sun touches
Dark sun
Down Tums tangerine
And the flaming popsicle rubbing the buds of my tongue.

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through alchohol les snd prefabricated desire

like a polished facade cn a broken building
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and bate the void by throwing rocks a the air

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