How charisma filled up your living room,
and the sunlight beamed
through cracked pottery
from the ceiling,
How the locomotive died
on its way to the unveiling
of your new placenta
at the whitney,
next to the fried egg on platter.
How the days went by like moist arrows,
and the dawn nearly froze
in the wake of your eyes.
How i greeted the audience,
and fed them your program,
how i laughed at your stowaway manners,
how i metered the rhyme that came out of you
like Oklahoma dust,
how i staged your departure
in a hallway of mirrors.
How charisma filled up
the webbing of your bed,
how i pleaded to pause
by your manifold breathing,
how you turned up the volume
and resisted the meeting,
how you authored your memories on the ceiling,
and signed my letters
with the blood of a hamster,
how precise, how clear
you were then,
how charisma filled up your penthouse,
and let the day begin.
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