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H. Maure Luke
Location: Chicago, IL
Date of Birth: 04/18/77
Email: Galadreile@aol.com
Published in: Various school publications
NO DEATHS, NO MYSTERIES TO SOLVENovember 1961
Trains
getting ready
hacking coughing
in a classic coca-cola fountain glass I mixed
Hurricanes and the puppy drank most of themspilled on the deck
the pool table at the funeral home
Mark making records of our stupidity
alcoholics and pot fiends
no deaths, no mysteries to solve
candle light hanging onto the wick tenuously
the wind was slight but unforgivingreasons and explanations
SoCo shots on my birthday
holding hands, twining fingers, all under the guise of drunkenness
Poisoned coffee, full of cream and some sort of alcohol that burns
We did shots and performed finger ballets but
in the morning I had forgotten.
Hidden friends, hiding behind answering machines and voice mail and room mates
I miss the pranksters sometimes
Halloween masks that glowed in the dark bathroom stalls we hid
sick, sick, throwing up from the excesses of the nights we celebrated ourselves
a celebration of ourselves
lunatic hazes when we talked about now in the morning light of future
and tried to catch cancer and joy and nicotine in one glowing stick after another
a pack a day
sick, sick, with joy and misery
and nothing got done
and what lies ahead?
the bell tower where some of us first consummated our friendship
with paranoia and glee
and crazy eyebrow movements that convinced Sara of some deeper conspiracy
while we,
all of us,
gloated like profiteers of our own internal wars
this is astounding, believe me
when will those clouds all disappear
I dreamt of God who was half a wolf, who just completed his hunt
As I was waking he started to say something
I wonder what it was
I wonder if I don't already know
its voice clinging roughly to hewn words
with teeth of blood from the hunt
a girl at a prom in New Jersey excused herself from the dance, went to the rest room, gave birth to a baby, disposed of it in the feminine product waste recepticle, and went back to the dance.
Which words give meaning to something like that?sick, sick, with misery
no deaths, no mysteries to solve
I've burned myself on an angel's wing. You're as close to Perfect as I've ever seen
I was playing the part of the ugly girl and every time the curtain fell
I got a standing ovation
break my heart every day I played the part a thousand years
On the floor, on the balcony, on chairs that spin faster than our minds
trying to wax poetic in early morning illusions
don't think I didn't catch your innuendos
by then it was now, and too late for regret
even if we did regret what we could never regretMy mother now says that I should go to New York,
where she can miss me and tell me she loves me.
He agreed that I will be the one to destroy him
I wonder if we meant the same thing
Forgive me, for wanting to be the one to destroy you
with misery, with joy
I want it like this, I won't have it unless it is this way
Show me who could know this, I want to see his face.
Someday, when I'm awfully low and the world is cold
I will feel a glow just thinking
beautiful Chicago
Those New Year's Eves when we were younger
drinking cheap beer and trying hard to believe
those voices that told us we had to believe
don't remind me what day it is
I watched When Harry Met Sally again, and again.
was a trifle drunk
of you, and the way you look tonight
I will think of you forever with the rain.