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Dust

Coated clocks tick
Time has a memory--

Still-brained
vegetable
Wanton fruity melon thoughts

I have been forgotten
deemed rotten

Gathering dust--encrusted
micro jewel

Segmented glorification
Of a larger whole called Family!.

Cooling heels dug beneath the dirt
Resisting ghostly kissing games

Melancholy memories
and mayhem
Nostalgic specks--hardly a thing to grasp

Pearls of paneled faces
Cursing a ghostly choir

of melodic dances
Memories of mistaken chances
there was a time when…

Papery petals drifted--languid
upon imagined gusts

And I was still
Without moisture
in my voice!.

Collecting tilted thoughts, though filtered
I has gone utterly mad in the sun that summer

Jumping the tears
of happier times
Rose printed in my best pressed dress
and black patent leather Mary Janes
That hurt for I’d outgrown them, poor that we were!.

Through those orange poppy summers
I sprinted honeydews
Glistening green orbs were hurdled by twos

Where there was an end
to my childhood--I didn’t dash!.!.!.

I ran like Hell !

Off an Arkansas road of dry silt
Slick as a dream when rained
for the land was molded
By flood and by fortold fame

cinched in at the waist by the wide Bible belt
If your honeydew roots began there too
My kindred Amazon Queens--yes, You!

Huntresses we became
And just like me you may have

sent the ole ‘68 Chevy in a flutter
Like I did my grandma’s ticker

She knew my hillbilly heart wore high heels
As I drove the stick in the floor
My pigtails let loose
and became lovely ladybug wings

Having once begun
A tiny speck of transformation

stained my high cheeks flushed--Crimson
as the blood of my family tree
she hid a sad smile and turned away from me

She spun a tale that
I am still
A lot like she used to be
rather!.!.!.like she still secretly IS

Habitually silent
Running against the grain

She said:
‘I had the inner workings of a beetle rolling dung’
finger shaping clouds
like cotton candy

My Augustial dreaming
Such boring, neurotic sensibilities giving birth

Contractioned like eddies of heat from my heart
brushing the dust off my brain now turned glitter

With my own secret smile, my loved ones grew bitter
That summer of my sixteenth year!.!.!.

One by one
They scattered like atoms
beneath my tongue

One by one
I fractured many a heart to find my special 'One', for fun

And found it here!. in Oregon
at forty
With two granddaughters hand-in-hand
To tell the tale of tails that twitch

I see their pigtails unraveling
Imagine where their heart may end up traveling

as I palm the keys to my remodeled Jaguar
I visualize the fire on the horizon

Breathe deep, the tendrils of smoke from the heels
of my two creations
who plan to reshape the Nation

learned their ABC's and their 123's
jumped started my car to escape bigotry

Oh, this family tree is stunted--no more
my little angels broke into their 'curse'
while the old folks follow in their hippie hearse

their haloes are tilted slightly off to the side
While some of us cried

The dust has settled
The path will be easy for them
For I cut a good trail
When my heels dug in

At their age, I cut the apron strings just for them
and gave them an easy out of the mayhem

One by one
I watch them scatter and run

One by one
I freed them to !?!?!?

**copywrited, from my upcoming book entitled, "Saline Smiles", by Michelle R!. Boleyn 08/08!. When published, I'll give you partial credit for the poem, aka your name mentioned on the Contents page!. good luck!.






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