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the stars shoot through downtown
you are a girl wearing a paper hat 

like a halo

dancing in your green nightgown
you are a golden trailer park girl

Red candy
Sweet like sugar
la moth drawn to nightclubs
dirty river butterfly milk child
a spurt of nuance

a cigarette in solitude
you are frostbitten and reborn
like Snow White’s Granny Smith apple

go out on an olive branch
the perfumed junkies
Boomer Sooner fruit

A Warrior
a trembled clock

words glow
your speech
golden as sunlight

memories are birdlike
in an attic cage
a prison for a writhing soul
awkward
free of spectrum hues

A cliff-hanging narcissist
Wearing literary shades

White time
White noise

She fell like an upright piano from
A sixth story window

Black tie
Black noose

A sunset sleeping
Colour penetrates your screams

Standing on Strawberry Street
Burning cigarettes
And throwing rocks at
Passing cars

Daze silences
My violet dream
I speak in whispers to yellow monsters

How many times
Can one fall
And never catch up?

the demon is coming
Wearing an intangible tangerine mac
Under an absinthe coloured sky

You carry brass balls in your pocket
Quinine and chewing gum

My memory is dirty
Like a sepia photograph
Of your tobacco stained fingers

How many times
Can one fall
And never catch up?

You lead me through
The city at night
Under the empty dark
Of cover

To wander into quiet balls where
Ladies trail their silk gown
In the mud


The demon is coming
Wearing a shadow suit
Into the waking sunrise

How many times
Can one fall
And never catch up?

A blade of dry grass between
Your lips
I am enthralled by thistle hiss

The starry passionate sky
Polished words pearl
On a sheet of white paper
Accepting the pen’s ink
bleed
Half dreamed words
A screaming car passes
Everything that is splendid

Cold and sour
Lemon freeze yellow
Childhood anxieties

Embarrassment with the feel of a fairytale
You look how the full moon feels
A muse kept in time with a metronome

The tropics dissolve
3am tropics
I am lost
A nymph in forest
Through the trees
I spy you through my clean lens



*NOTE TO READER: My husband is back logged in titling these. All my poetry is public. No one is banned from commenting. I do not hold grudges against anyone. I respect all art and artists.
Cheers.. Lally Parker

The night is curse free
Ideas surface
Stretched-out
On polished metal

The lost ecstasy of an unwanted child
The glow of saints on clover hill

Pools of strange fish
A cloaked identity
My memories are at large
Languid bride in a wrinkled dress

I am enmeshed
With the time when I was
The virgin dreamer



La nuit est gratuite malédiction
Idées de surface
Stretched-out
Le métal poli

La perte de l'ecstasy d'un enfant non désiré
La lueur de saints trèfle sur la colline

Piscines d'étranges poissons
Une empreinte d'identité
Mes souvenirs sont en général
Languide épouse dans une robe plissée

Je suis embrouillé
Avec le temps où j'ai été
La vierge rêveur

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Thick silk and junk chest desperation
A boy in a pink suit
Stream voyages on large ships
Hard thoughts of the Far East
Sledding down a fabulous hill
Where devils play

Snow White’s celebration
Red apple delirium
Sublime on a ribbon round your neck
You wear the key to truth

I cradled your soul once
As tiny and valuable as a pearl
Your nature truly veiled
Cover the twinkle in dizzying grey felt

You are a salvation
Young and quick
Pale skin glittering
Seeking darker
Gathering the light
Before you the gargoyles
Are helpless

The light exhaust
Cold blow
rose colour ceilings

crunch inexorable metal money ideas
wear your white costume
mescaline and black coffee

a live mannequin talking insanities
lost in the everlasting glow

my habit whispers
outside dirty windows
my torments are neon

I am dry
sunlight transparent
my ornaments are blood orange

The red light district
And bare knuckles
Control the dismal machine

I dreamed
A jewel box ballet
I hold your coat tails tight


Your moods paint the evening
Drive downtown
We wave to
The faded boys

Standing around smoking
Careless in their bone circle

I cradle you
enmeshed and caressed
The night agents are singing
and gnarled green

I handle you with love
And anoint you
in a religious potion

Speak to you in soft language
and leave you with room to dress

The morning light’s sharpness
cuts through the room like glass

We are pure
We gather sleep
like radiant memories
in brown bottles

Sun gold transparent
Phantom carnivals bring
Strangers to town

Cracked pleasant
You dance
Liquor footsteps and slapstick

The roadside stands and ballroom dances
A sugar flower burnt to blackness

I fell into your keenest oblivion

Looking up from the gutter
To see the drag queens gleams sallow

A ghost reflex ion in a dirty window 

A whore in a second hand shop 


Her thick blond hair
Her mind near insanity 


Those fellows who stripped her of her halo 

A teardrop
A broken hymen
A broken hymn
So much to give 


To those appear like drops of rain 

Heeding no shadow
A fool caught in the mind-field 

The countenance of innocence


Harlot with lackluster eyes
Like a little girl discovering
the spirit to 
pray 


Seek your joy copious
They are random and common
as a drop of rain

A droplet that can drown
a bountiful fool

You wear a paper hat
Like a young child
Your ghosts are green 


In school you sit alone
Speaking in murmurs

At night you drift
Into thoughtful dreamless sleep

A candy coloured memory
Of a drive through Harlem
To a speedy score

The day you shattered the windows
Red brick and clay wars
The fine cracks in the pavement

You inhale white smoke
The devil hints at desire 

You’re wading through thoughts
As deep as fairytales

In the morning sunlight
You are delighted as a young child

Once you found a sea pearl tangled
Enmeshed and trapped in your blond hair

So many pearls collected
You string them around your room
Bright stars in the darkness
Like the stars around the moon

I hold my fountain pen in my left hand
A sheet of paper on a battered oak desk
Crimson Ink bleeds into white cotton paper

Like the thoughts of yesterday
bleeds colour into thought

Words stain the night air
breeds a soft song

Your lips and supple tongue
Standing on the dunes near the ocean

Divine purity
A kiss by the pond
Where the water lilies glow

I see your caramel coloured eyes
In the evening light

The orange glow ember of the cherry
From the end of your lit cigarette
The blue tinted smoke hanging
In the air