this move
to the
attic is
bittersweet...
to trace
your essence
and feel
alive with
warmth...
love...
brief
respite...
divine...
but...
you
brought
him...
the one who
haunts your
heart
with
selfish
love...
How I
loathe him
and want to
tear him out...
not so I may
take his place
my love
but so that
you
do
not
suffer
my
lonely
fate...
Author notes
I took this theme from a movie I once saw in a dream that I had at the movies while I was watching that film that was just like the dream. Or something. I honestly don't remember. But, there was a woman, Mrs. Muir I think. Then this ship's captain ghost... played by Humphrey Bogart Bruga, the beat poet from Queens who was beaten to death by Jehovah's witnesses over a dropped quarter. I think the whole thing was written by some guy named Fabio, who worked at a meat packing plant, as the meat. Then there was some landlord played by I. M. Nobody, that famous actor that I forget. In the end, the landlord goes to game shows, the ghost is exorcised, and the woman becomes a starship captain. I didn't manage to get all that into the poem, just the highlights.
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interesting....
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Interesting.
I like this poem. It is different and interesting. I think I need to read more of your poetry. Any good suggestions? -
I am such a fan of over the top shameless insanity! I got all of it even without the author's notes! I think maybe I was the starship!
xxoo
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Woo- hoo!! I was wondering if anybody would catch all that. Charles Nelson Reilly went to game shows and Kate Mulgrew, went on to be the captain of voyager - started with the Ghost and Mrs. Muir. A really bad show.
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I am such a fan of over the top shameless insanity! I got all of it even without the author's notes! I think maybe I was the starship!
xxoo
dk
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Notwithstanding your funny Author's comment ...
I simply loved this poem -- for ghosts from our pasts may make us marginal and lonely and sometimes out of reach. Love may come knocking at our door, and we just ignore. I know. Ask me.
I give you ten ghost claps and three real ones.
Love
Always Myra
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OK. I'm Asking. I'm asking. Tell me about it...
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Before Amera eats you up...let me say this:
Divine...
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Divine... Lane? Hmmmm. I have thought about it and I concur.
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I like this you composed it in the new formal style “dripping consciousness”. Good flow and image. Of course I like anything you do you’re sensuous and alluring and I just want to eat you up.
Love,
Amera
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Aw Shucks...
I bet you say that to all the PerVirtuous Allan's... Thanks for the comment.
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