A Twilight Recollection

A lovely jaw grinds
Behind neon Ruby lips,
A study in scarlet
And a newly made lisp.

Adoration in musing hours,
Fitful rest forgotten
For dour recollections
And a wisp of tactile memory.

I trained you for the twilight,
Not the daytime, but you roll
On with the legend of darklight
For brain grown holes.

Ghosts that speak when not
Addressed but just whenever,
Loud and awake like loons
Crying over swamp lakes.

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I barely remember writing this, a faint stirring in far off mists of memory. The time when I would have written it is a large melange of experiences, all blurred up like thick taffy left on top of a radiator.

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