Time
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Last Light
I miss winter’s dusk How the last of the cold lemon sun Lays down its rays like a blanket upon the barren crop field The lights are already on In the few scattered houses of stone and dark rooftops Inviting and warm Wood smoke swirls out from the chimneys The barren trees stand like crooked… Continue reading
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Cold Time
It’s a cold, gray morning And time is moving much too fast Like a raging bull let loose from its pen Why, just a moment ago It was 6:40 Now it’s 7:12 Thoughts of tomorrow are already creeping in It will be Christmas in nearly two weeks We put up our tree Like we do… Continue reading
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Evaporation
Time evaporates like water in Death Valley Saturday sweaters feel good in cold winter houses A man looks out the large picture window in the living room The streets are still save for one lone kid tramping through the snow He looks up to the sky, stretches his arms out And begins to fly Continue reading
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Psychedelic Encounters in an Empty Vessel
Pink jukebox spins an array of psychedelic tunes in a diner on the wrong side of the desert where the crows dance and bow and she wipes away the sweat from her frosted brow. She thinks it’s cold outside. Cold in the desert. What does she know? It can get cold in the desert. There’s… Continue reading
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The College of Cannibalism
A skirmish of desire I fight the voracious appetite of distraction But I eat myself alive Like in architecture school The room, the windows The drawing tables The long walk across campus on a fall day I never fit in Especially when they asked me to disrobe A study in free-hand drawing To loosen the… Continue reading
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Chaos and Color
This world has a stick up its ass and Romeo is unhinged Juliet has aborted her American dreams With a uranium-gilded coat hanger Highway sounds ungloom the world now Star-spangled Heaven’s sheet Unburden us from the greed In the aisle of serenity Where no one walks or stalks A lingering solar eclipse buttons the sky… Continue reading
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A Boxer In the Dark of the Car
There’s something about lemonade in the summer that just hits me. Like right now, I can see the glass pitcher with the lemony yellow liquid inside. Someone is stirring it with a spoon. A glass full of ice cubes sits on the counter. Someone picks up the pitcher and pours the lemonade in the glass.… Continue reading
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The Bangs of Midnight
“Turquoise turtles tell me where you are. I don’t want to walk around in this world without you, my love. I will fight to find you on the other side. I don’t fit in this world without you. My space with you is everything.” Continue reading
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