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nothing to do but scream at the drunken moon

you can

light up

the stars

with your

calming

and warm

calliope

voice,

but your

throat, it

got tired

and you

ran out of

songs to

serenade

us with…

and now

the moon

weeps as

i repose

fitfully

under a

lightless

night sky.

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siren song

if the pain

is a sound

it will be

like music

to my ears.

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a static thought

the briefest

dead air

at the end of

every song

and the

strange

feeling of

emptiness

that comes

with it.

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sleep-talk

the break

in your voice

is like a

heart attack

i can’t

fathom why

but it

woke me up.

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Starshot Eros

you struck

an arrow

inside my

chest and

my ribcage

gouging deep…

but consequently,

you missed

my heart

and instead

killed off

the monster

that resided within.

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electric lungs

your voice

sends goosebumps

raising up

all over my heart.

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a poem in the key of e flat

we shared

a similar tune

two kindred

souls in song

but when we

opened our

mouths to

duet, the

lyrics came

out wrong.

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Earworm

I will never get tired of the song that’s been repeating itself in my head the entire day. It’s a catchy, gorgeous tune, with whimsical lyricism that wrenches the stopper out of my bottled poison heart and pours the acidic contents down the sewer pipes, only to fill it up with a sweeter alleviating potion. Learning to memorise it was simply like unlocking an ancient wooden box that’s been stubbornly resisting itself against the turn of the key, yet now, it gave in sombrely after all its initial protests, and turned over the missing information with a defeated creak and a rustic sigh. Perhaps then I didn’t actually learn it, after all, for it’s already been there all the time, only stored away and fading from thirst of sunlight, dusted off its cobwebs and recovered, and presently brought back into the light. Why, if only I had any sinew or shred of decent musical talent within me, any at all running through the surging bloodlines in my high-strung veins, I would’ve gone ahead and honoured it immediately with calloused fingers strumming a guitar and a mellifluous voice. Instead I’m reduced to shamefully destroying it, sordidly desecrating it, insensibly desacralising it, with the driest of toneless humming and warbling sour notes that are all that my maundering vocal chords can ever manage and propel itself to produce. It really is an amazing song though. I can only hope so tirelessly that I shall tire of it nevermore. Hearing my dearest wishes and heeding only to grant it, the persistent earworm that lodged itself deeply within the inner reaches of my mind is already digging its glinting claws and teeth through my membrane more furiously than before, and popping down on the blood-red couch for another bite. I, to play own provided part and reinstate my role as the hospitable host, will be very welcoming and I shall be quite gracious enough to feed it to its heart’s content with its needed nourishments and let it siphon me shriveled in order for it to gain sustenance. I can’t deny it’s getting worse, but trust me, it’s a blessing and a curse.

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Lyssna

Send me off into space
On this rocket invention
We’ll look at the lights
Over the atmosphere
Eat gold medal ribbon
Till we die up here…

~*~

Northern constellations

Make me feel very hazy

Off polaris delegations

Can you still hear me?

Composition of horizon

To the notes I surrender

Dancing ballet injections

Hung by my suspenders

Strum my heart’s guitars

Serenading la Lady Luna

Snowscapes and escapes

You chase a frozen tundra

Under a copse of galaxies

Laying in a picnic blanket

In a soft forest of tenebris

A whisper lost in its death

The mellow stars in a vigil

Of a distinguished reverie

Faux-naïf confession spill

Please call, call out to me

Your rhythmic tears falling

Louder, as you plead to go

But I’m here, I am listening

Let me hear what you know

Your bloodstained cotton pinafore

Has never looked so pretty, darling

So sing your paltry sinfonietta score

And take me on, I’m always listening.

~*~

I swear that I can hear you in the wind
You’re singing to me and you’re
Dancing in the halls outside again
And I’m always listening
I swear, I swear, I swear…

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Avian

I always thought that I picked a cotton dove

Which could help me in soaring high above

Serenading dulcet with mellifluent melodies

To smile at me and go softly for a warm kiss

.

Though clearly I was terribly mistaken, love

To pick you, the remorseful songs you have

You clipped my wings tattered, cackled lies

Grinned at me and went straight for my eyes.

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