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Debra in Silence Jun 2019
You are afraid to remove your tedium
Fearful of the fallout
The banal europaeus is holding the leash at your throat to the studded collar around your neck
it digs in
A sorceress
She put toenail of beast in your brew a long, long time ago
consequences
She has fattened you up - for the banquet
You are the cheese platter when everyone is glutted
Don't look sideways or you might see something you can feast on
peripheral vision
The scholar has stalled
The pendant has curbed
The kittens have been sold leaving the mother cat a bitter Queen
biting
Time to wander into the palpitating stream
It flows to the wild, capricious & abstruse white light of the sun
Debra in Silence May 2019
It was a balmy evening.
Allan was from the Quentin era.
He hid his feminine reality but not his henna red.
The lights were dim and the pool was cool man.
It was winter but the moon shone bright and warm, just like Allan.
With port wine magnolia flowers in the water, he swam like Esther Williams.
Alone.
He was the most beautiful man I've ever seen.
Breaching.
I watched Allan from a dim room through the glass door.
My heart still feels his freedom on that night.
He has passed now.
His moments of pure joy still remain in all that knew him.
What a deep breath he was.
Debra in Silence May 2019
you know when you look for words so hard
scouring through words
it's all in my reality with no words in an index or list
alphabetically speaking
i'm not sure if the words i'm looking for ......
ahhhhh
they're floating on air
exist
Debra in Silence May 2019
If you take my money I want it back
I won't ask for it but if you turn up with a bit of paper for me, without me asking
I'm going to respect that
It's easy to forget the $$$ when it isn't yours
I do love that look of surprise when the money is given back like
I forgot
hahahaha
What a laugh
Debra in Silence Apr 2019
music
simple

Take me to the festival
I'll bow at your feet
Leave me in the mud
Debra in Silence Apr 2019
You come from a hard town.
A subtle statement a new friend said to a long time friend of mine.
A little slim for some, but a perfect recitation of her life.
The new friend asked me why I rushed for a pen.
I said, ".... because it's beautiful poetry."
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