​From her silent night haven
in the dark orange
ripping clouds,

she walks down
the flashing beach,
waist-deep in the water.

With a long looming gaze,
she chases the voices
from the rain

as I watch her still
silhouette
slowly fade away.

And when my blind eyes
will finally close
between every white urgent streak,
I'll see her smile rise
through the darkness & the dream.


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The vast exalted sky
blasting through the tight tainted venues-


Raindrops stroke the window
of the empty bar. Tables soiled
with stacked ancient hearts-

A first sip from his drink.



Drowned out rings,
distant whispers,

a tempted calm.



A barmaid stares-

Under the cadence,
slow and dreamy,

something is changing.


They eye each other for a moment


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A hum in the red sky





terrible sights of deathless tract homes




detached people quiet
around their long dining table


front yards at day
St-Augustine lawn
shivers in silent
madness


he opens the trunk and puts in the bags


curtains stir where
rifts form


always a plot
and a parallel romance



he runs to the cities
he has bigger visions.


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​By the window,
a child wakes from the light.
Stirring on his mattress,
he watches the walls of his room
live & die
live & die
​
from the strange electric glow,
still shaking in rhythm
to the hiss of the city night.


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​A dark sun
at its highest peak

pounds at the wake
of men-
they lie there
blind and breathless,
bored forever

in its quiet warmth.


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