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  Aug 2023 Edmund black
Carlo C Gomez
sonic
bridge,
seismic
convulsions

a desert for us and them,
you can do many things with a blank canvas
--maelstroms, blaze dispersions

a line allows progress, a circle does not,
infiltrates the surface,
flashes into steam

our red cathedral,
our furnace lake,
the promised land in spiritual drought

this catatonic
heaven, a thirst for something more
Edmund black Aug 2023
Baby,
Gimme your charm
Gimme me your lips
Gimme your love
Gimme your fire
Gimme your hell
Gimme your stroke
Gimme your passion
Gimme your secrets
Gimme your desires
Gimme your poison
Gimme your all
And with your all
I’ll grow you
A garden of moi
On canvas sky blue
Grey clouds blocking late sun
from coming through.
Like
a bright fluorescent lamp glow
hiding behind opaque white snow.
Leaving a
sharp silver lining aura
staying on my retina.
Underneath a citrus colored glow
on
clear blue with cotton white puffs,
inviting the sun to set.
Not ready yet.
I’m so impressed
Can’t stop looking
Can’t take my eyes away
on my way home.



Shell ✨🐚
When driving home from work I look at the sky and realize my Creator loves me.
  Aug 2023 Edmund black
Salmabanu Hatim
In your eyes,
Beholds many secrets,
Smothered with fake smiles.
12/8/2023
Bills  Bills  Bills  Bills
Never a Sam or Clyde
I simply can’t get out of debt
No matter how I’ve tried.

Bills  Bill  Bills  Bills
They come in twos and threes.
I wish that I could get a loan
To help me pay for these.

My credit score is way too low;
It’s only six-o-five.
I know they’ll never loan the dough
That I need to survive.

I didn’t know which way to turn
Until I spoke to Frank
He kindly said he’d lend a hand -
And help me rob a bank.

We put disguises on my face
And he pulled out a gun
We got some money in our bag
And took off on the run.

But we didn’t get too far
The coppers had us nailed.
They hauled us up before a judge
And both of us were jailed.

The problem now has gone away
My room and board is free
I have no monthly bills to pay
So I’m the winner, don’t you see.
ljm
Nonsense from the non-sensible
The wild eagle
Is seducing me
I hear his call
It might even be a loud moan
The wild eagle is calling me home
While he continues to roam
What did I leave
my family
What have I left
to my kids
What did we share
together
Why would they ever
forgive
The things I kept
inside me …
The times I sat
alone …
The things I hid
in silence …
Those times
—that haunt me so

(The New Room: August, 2023)
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