kitewithfish

All around me darkness gathers,
Fading is the sun that shone;
We must speak of other matters:
You can be me when I'm gone

Flowers gathered in the morning
Afternoon they blossom on;
Still are withered by the evening:
You can be me when I'm gone.
The Kindly Ones
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My father is inflicting his hobby upon us.
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I'm gone a day and you start poking holes in yourself.
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I am a broken promise
I am deceitful ink...
as false as my death certificate with its official stamp.

All words are lies.
The truth is written in scars.

The facade has become the truth.
I am my mask
word become flesh
living legend
spoken ghost
-Kabuki: Dreams by David Mack
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Valediction Forbidding Mourning- Adrienne Rich
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Marginalia- Billy Collins
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Sonnets 54 and 86
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To His Coy Mistress
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His Coy Mistress to Mr. Marvel
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I Bind Unto Myself Today- Hymn
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From Deadpool Annual 98
How the world works.. by me.
There was once a good man who lived here. He brushed between meals. (Brushy brush!) He washed behind his ears. (Scrubby scrub!) Did the right thing... As a reward for years of goodness-- Bad Thing happened. Too bad to remember. Bad.

Bad thing led good man away from nice life and swell car into job breaking noses for food. (Noses crunch like cereal. Snap Crackle Pop) Good man got bad. Snap Crackle Pop. Snap. Pop. Man runs. Tired of popping. Runs. Runs smack into new life.

Fell in love with good girl in bad skin. (Bad skin trade) Now lives in middle of road, but sees second chance with bad skin... Grabs it with both hands. The world rewards his enthusiasm with cancer. (Pop!) No more girl. Man goes from middle of the road man to gutter man. Kills often. Kills well. (Snap neck. Crackle spine. Pop eye.) Bad bad bad. Kill. Then...

Shining knight in military uniform with bad breath comes to killer man and tells him he can make cancer go away. (Cigars.) Can make him into shining knight too. (Knight with cigars and no cancer.) Bad man takes this as a sign. Last chance. Drops bloody bat and grabs on with both hands. Goes to knight school. Flunks.

Now, cancer on the outside to match the inside. Bad and ugly and dying. No. Not dying. Sicko-doc won't let him die. (Stay-puff doc.. press his belly and he laughs) He uses tumor-man in experiments. He pokes and laughs and no one knows. No one knows. (I hear pop and crackle and snap in me) We play games with my skin. Go pop a lot. The world spins, laughing. Snap. Crackle. Pop.

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We walk the Earth and sow the seeds
We fertilize with rotten deeds
But we just grow relentless weeds
That choke out all our fears
And in the dirt our story reads
(It’s written there where no one sees)
Our buds of hatred bloom and bleed
As we have done for years