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Smart ***
We could make a disturbing
poem that people might
mistake for high art
Life is full of promise
I don’t know how we did it.
It’s a little miracle.
It could all have been different.
This is
the last —
transmission
We are like weird twins,
finishing each other’s sentences
We are very much of the same mind.
As if
        by
            magic
Or                  
slow          
return
it came
and goes
but it
never . .
Señores y señoras
Nosotros tenemos más influencia
con sus hijos que tú tiene,
pero los queremos
Midnight train
hits businessman
O unhealthy crow
flying ain't good for you
Just take home my gift
and have a light walk with me
. . so, together, we’ll cover
a few more yards (words?)
. .
before our
faces drop to
the ground, our
Can’t we live our lives with
our hands clasped together
for all and for ever?
A passion for dreams
runs me awake
for the
eternity
without a
prayer
All that we’ve lived
in the distant lands
of our own hearts
My last dream
mirrored in
your eyes

(I’s)
your home river,
constellations of cities,
and summer night skies.
DELIGHT OF MY BABE
She has the prettiest smile
but he is the one who
brushes her teeth
My uncle said they are cursed,
that nobody who eats one
survives a week,
but when was
the last time
anyone tried?
or
when the snail ran
without its shell
and
your burning heart
had a pleasant smell.
There’s a smell of the sea
in my dis-eased dream
with the stars upon
theses waves of
candlelight &
we both
sleep
in your canopy of words
scaring off the wilderness
and the stinging Sun
I'm tired
It's been years
since I slept well
maybe
it was in the age of
Tinkerbell
and in knowing these things
you may know us.
Like something
you know by
not
knowing it
All that we are
and never
quite li
ve
This is how
I wanted
it to be
. .from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.
just like
the rhythm of
our hearts
The charm of the day
shattered
as the glasses lay
vehemence and treachery
We watch them come and go
hand in hand, soul with soul.
We are
in-versely
re-lated
Hair falling over forehead
And breath coming fast as
in Love’s first sign

Dreamt
in nights
they spell
one hell.
We nest
among whispered
words
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