I guess, we'll see.

[one lass]

Two years ago they fled
grew legs and abandoned (me!)
those oracles of insanity
my fatherless children
songs and sighs,
and pseudo sinister promises
of course, I'm going to die!

I couldn't die, I didn't write
Made of my piss poor poetry,
deliberate orphans,
in drawers with misplaced keys
unwanted and useless
without her having a read

Yes, Mother's Ghost...

I am still not me, not her, not she
you delighted in, laughed at and with
never mean, never shrill,  accepting
of every chronic painful thing
making sport of hardships
and leaking boats. O captain my captain!

Mama, come back to me.

So, okay. It doesn't work that way
and I protest, am a protester now
find appealing certain handwritten signs
I've seen and resentful memes
origin and intent, never you mind
it's the angst that counts, the reverie.

I'll abandon those as well, those
not mine things. My words tap tap
My works, crap crap
My muses, ironed flat, now beckon
but a painting first, the lake, the trees
I promised for the wall of your study.

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I made a mess of posting, I see.

how do I remove two, or will someone pretty please do it for me?

thanks and sorry!