Phantom (Reprise)

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There’s that old feeling again!
Never, ever will chronicled pain
be trumped by held hands so keep wishing
slammed doors, rings flung back in the faces of the time
when tears matched the semi-precious gleam
in the cuts of gems
and glasses of wine regretted
over heart-felt conversation landed
like those blows
we both reeled
we both were hooked

Saying there will be a way for that last kiss will win
is like inviting the realm of God to a sensory deprivation
tank, a padded room for those wishing to block
it all out and just be
free of what never held the slightest bit of power
over me
pull rank – salute that frail, brittle front
and click those heels together faithfully
because there is no place like home
hearts fold in war
the pain takes aim for one more try
just one more

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Photograph by Bob Jagendorf

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Lord Bison

Jazz-soaked spirit running circles around despair...or something like that. Really. Lover of words, lover of being in worlds New Yorker, artist, Virgo besieged by airhead tendencies akin to Libra moves. Bronx is home base. Began an obsession with writing at seven and twenty-odd years hence, still at it. Enjoy/love/hate/be bored/appreciate to your heart's content. Or something like that.

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