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 That cool tired early morning habit In the lights under the tent As the words, other people's minds flow past Suddenly a flash here, connect... [read more] |
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Sounding as bells vacant over that darken Red dusklit abyssal rockjagged canyon you Fly over ducking branching sideswooping ice tree Corr... [read more] |
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One shell is transparent one opaque Her hand is shaking Future paths under her moon Indecision crushes the waves Counts the sands Watches... [read more] |
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In white-souled agony Branded by the metropol tragedy Disparate voodoo sandwich of time Man does spiral rhyme Small cascade in love-splendor... [read more] |
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This magic theater echos spider and dust Man's desire for fiction Harsh lights pantomime a freedom Calm the crowd soften this radience This... [read more] |
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Which shall this lady fight against Tonight wiley apologist or the rage itself Which cries neglect and fear between crippling blows Drunker... [read more] |
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Diane sips tea with the lake with the air fresh morning tree squirrel secrets scamper and butterfly over their retreat the mountains Te... [read more] |
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Wound up and spinning She is a lithe moon-drenched vortex Inside your soul Smooth all day When you fear for nothing but the end Of tonight'... [read more] |
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Deluge Hot pavement drowns our winter songs until The leaves fall and the thunder blesses Our car-weary bodies Hot pavement screams under o... [read more] |
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It whiles away time's sand flings it hither Whirls thought frivalous and whimsy Records ages of trance and terror Find us a clear moment an... [read more] |
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Tell me, city, of your dusty sidewalks Shopping carts led by wrinkles and whiskers Gunshots and brown'd parks Garbage... [read more] |
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Floats the scattered chill child Over his august cloud dream Shrinking from blue canvass for the fields below Clutching imaginary friends to... [read more] |
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These words cannot scream loud enough this silence Will not break And generations deaf to My cries Trod and pound at my head slowly sinkin... [read more] |
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Sleeping with her dreams in mind Curled up in her hair Wrapped within her silken spirit Embraced by her soft sighing smile Our skin fantasis... [read more] |
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We are the watching and the watched, the living and the life itself. Faster our minds cross the traverse, farther are hands flung, our sigh... [read more] |