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Melissa Lee is Miss March on the Moon.
Mar 21, 2011
Melissa Lee is the featured poet at Moon Town Cafe.
https://www.moontowncafe.com/
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Mountainside Sleeper
Mar 17, 2011
the morning doesn''t wish of itself this dark coldness
it wants to be told apart
a story much unlike the night and all it''s bountiful burdens
the red flashing of a digital timepiece; the blues
within the darkness how those colors pull at your mind
until you feel the weight of wondering
understand how darkness forms.
the morning doesn''t wish of itself this junket banter of blindfolded virtues
spun around in the dark oh the real dark pinning tails on donkeys that
long left content to be swishless.
there is nothing funny about the witching hour punching you in the arm
like a birthday ow or the clear
calm truth that it is actually just you your own hand so detached from
your own mind
looking out for what is in like a beating that used to come everyday
at this time
in the stillness you miss is it. like the dark will never get to light
without full surrender.
without mourning.
mourning doesn''t wish of you. mourning doesn''t miss you or want you
the dead don''t do Timex or digital and they don''t do satellite or serious
Love is a glass holding black and tan Life is drinking and walking
thinking is ticking with out little clockheads and slamming your faces deeper
at a slightly different angle doesn''t lead to sleep or unknowing it again
either.
all the while you peril yourself still as a blanketed lump your thoughts
like polite strangers in a dark room we make Hello my name is stickers
for our pajama shirts. you just want to sleep on your mountain? but the
cliffside mocking pebbles drop dusting concern
as you drift and JAR you. What a terrible thing to be jarred. the tiny
holes awled in the screwtop are comfort enough to begin panic
and Because has it''s hand over the mouth of Why
the clock kicks a timely stone down this dirt road
and the smart lights will go off at first dawn
while the naive ones will stay on like they don''t know what''s going on
pink prepares you for the others who are coming
and don''t worry you''ve already learned all their names in the unsleep
golden don''t minds and soft warm i told you so''s are marching over this way now
even you mountainside sleeper of unrest can bear a smile
the dark will submit to shadows for a while
what a difference today presents let all your judgements rest
the morning knew all along and your dingy is still tied here.
you can see it it in the yellow gold white light that was never not coming.
so don''t be such a strand of Christmas in February
don''t be such a cruel host to your colors.
They are only here to make a morning of your night
a good night to your mourning.
They will come upon you slow unjarring your lid unscrewing your eyes sight
rising over the neighbors house like a trickle of white noise like a
picture of the people sleeping inside
unawares like you used to be. Like you thought you wished you could be
but this is clearly better.
and orange is here now preparing with pink, first bird bandleader this
day is about to start
this amazingly orchestrated work of art. your childlike questions will
only make you miss seeing so you quiet them
(nicely:) and you step into the indifference of all love like a yellow
morning does daily
oh we like how the tree branches look like our gnarling notions but we
don''t like feeling our gnarly emotions.
make way for yellow for he/she is coming up and out
by now the streetlights have figured it out. and the cold is shifting
to a dewy hue
and the thoughts that plagued your head all night are starting to sound untrue
which was always so but no one could tell you
All the colors are eachother too. The sky was black all night but is
decidedly light blue.
The legions of dark forces you imagined just left in one canoe.
The morning knew it all along and you''re dingy is still tied here
for you.
~ Melissa Lee Poetry
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