Assorted Meanderings

Lock
Lock
And lock again
Never safe
Never sound
Speak
Speak
And speak again
Quiet down
Quiet down
Never safe
Never sound
Lock me down
Lock me down

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Early Grey Tea
    Contentment
    Realization
        Sadness
I caught sight today
        Of myself
            Longways
In the window’s reflection of the
            Dark night
    The face was plain, plump, sad
    An albino apple on a
Dispropotionate dissappointment
    Of a lower half
No shining feature
    Save Otis
    Jolly Old Englishman
    Firmly planted around my middle
White, no, yellow marks
        The only proof that I can
        Bounce back
    From touch
An unspecial embrace
    That he gives to women
        Far more genetically blessed
My head
    My heart
        Must make up for …
            Everything else
    I have loved erringly
    And looked longingly
To my credit
    I am a realist
I will never get anything I do not
                Deserve
I tempt no man to distraction
Personality only takes you so far
            In love
I am a realist

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My bones are glassy frozen
Twin icicles connected by a jointed ice cube
Frozen frozen freezing cold
Sami ice queens
Shivering, waiting for the midnight sun
Cold hearts,
    Cold bones,
        Cold hooves
Wrapped in snowy furs
Spangled with fire opals
    Of the deepest black