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Phantasmic
Her eyes shed
sentences of tears
onto my sheets..
speaking such wonders as,
"Did you know
you were cookie dough?
And when I warm you right
your sweetness grows?"
I could only sit dumbfounded
in a stare that likely said,
"Yes, but now and then
I need reminding."
And surrounding me
came phantoms she sent through the wind.
Cooing their song
in circles around me.
I waited, fearlessly
as they danced.
And through pale apparitions
I realized
ghosts were just
angels without wings.
As if carved from moon chunks
they gleamed
with the funk
of thick disco beams
and cream-colored skies
of those we see
in dreams...
And I was entranced...
As skeletons
in heart cemeteries
dug out
and hypnotically danced.
No longer bedridden,
the dead had risen from comas
and awakened inside my stomach
Tapping away at the dirt
until the dust settled
at my eyes
for cloudy caramel cries...
