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Absinthe Dreams,

Kimberly
Goth Librarian

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Absinthe Dreams,

Kimberly

Goth Librarian

It is raining now. I can feel the drops

Sliding across my window, giving me the sign

That Nature is hard at work.

I can time the drops, here and there, slow, fast,

Unyielding in their relentless drive

To seek those who still believe.

I want to hide under blankets and just watch

But they have more of a role for me than that.

They want me nearer, closer, touching the velvet

To parade across my forehead, anointing me

To remind me of my times before.

God must surely be happy, I think,

To allow such a simple act to manifest.

Manifest Destiny, I once heard,

Cried over rooftops and subways, yelled by people

Who wanted a better life, one with the raindrops.

I want to share it with good friends, people who are

Not afraid anymore, and yes, they do exist.

I no longer want to be afraid of what will naturally

Happen to me, for I have witnessed my own demise.

Give me a chance to redeem myself and I shall not disobey you.

No slander can ever come from my mouth, only raindrops

Silently falling to the ground, acid tearing away

At what was once pure and tame, not laced with licorice

And fish scales collected by the dead.

This time will be my time, to slide along my own future with the rain,

To cleanse the Earth and its inhabitants.

A word shall come from me and I will make it better

For us all, denying the very essence of what it means, what it means

To be of the rain, in the rain, and without the rain.

Give me the strength to finally see.

10 June 2008

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Absinthe Dreams,


Kimberly
Goth Librarian

Bittersweet Sylvanus

There is a river flowing beside my footprints

Made of the tears of those who never truly got over their faults.

A bittersweet river made for a bittersweet time

To reflect what others feel without a waste of words.

From time to time, I help in the construction,

Forcing the thorns up my throat and out my mouth. A season

Of dying leaves prepared to occupy the river

Are of the utmost importance; the leaves are draped in spiders’

Dreams and rotting breath.

A cyclical force churns the river,

 Giving it animation where Death was once King.

Slivers of rock adorn the river, adding substance

To another year, perhaps.

Dryads dance to an inner song, teasing me of my flesh prison;

It is never my fault. They think the river

Is a chance of a new life, a chance beyond their wooden prisons.

So, we are prisoners, small and immense, trapped but in favour

With one another, giving homage to the waters

Flowing freely, wishing us its own success. Cool breezes

Flow backward, distant and careless, succeeding in areas

When there were none to give or win. Despite all of this,

Despite my own words that I swore I would never use, this river gives me

A strange hope through my own fingers, typing furiously away

To make sure that others will understand me. My fingers, filled to the brim

With tears, bittersweet, remember, are fast as they pour forth

My own confession. The Rapture comes slowly, ticking away

As I sit and now watch this saline river sluggishly churns by me, offering no

Splashes on my feet. No baptism for me for I no longer need it.

I was already baptized, I tell the river, making clear that it understands me.

I was already baptized.

This, then, is a new experience.