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Starry eyed sages
Create circles in my mind
Burned by the bright lights on the stage
Emptiness awaits eternity's grace
The jade serpent rises
Guided by smokeless flames
Do you think it's a mistake if i stay here all alone
With you tonight and we end up naked in your bed
Can we pretend like we never asked for this to happen
Some people think that you and I were meant to be
But I think it's all just a story in need of a brand new ending
Maybe if we were to fall asleep at the wheel of all our feelings
We would wake up tomorrow in the ER in need of some recovery
I peek into your window
A mountain of steam comes from your heart
A volcano awakens and your lips part
Your legs quiver but I beg to differ
Cause long ago I made a promise
To never hang around
Where i'm not truly wanted
Food is redeeming so eat your
Fill of this wisdom
Love is slowly toppling
Those towers of power where angels
Fall down and pray
To be dead
We are expecting the rain
To turn red and each
And every Eye to turn
Around in our head
Again and again
Till all is said and done
One month is a very long time
To have to wait for your love
The greatest minds of all time have often been prepared to dine alone.
While the those with the biggest hearts have been welcomed in every home.
Court is now in session
We are suspended business men
And teenage film stars
We are more marketable this way
Won't you take my word for it
All your wisdom is absurd
And a burden to your bank accounts
As the sounds of mountains
Are firmly standing up to bullies
We are millions of years older
Folding stock markets and overcoats
Wearing sweatshirts and sandals
Morning is our only time to pray
As we stray into the wilderness
Fences learn to keep their distances
And forensics is our only evidence
Regarding the dangers
Of too much living on display
Love is a thousand pounds of sheet metal
We are the carpenters of the stars
With stardust on our shirts
And belts made from materials of the earth
We filter our bedtime stories
Using only certain words
That you can comprehend clearly
When the edges are blurred
Living often seems absurd
And despite our hurting
We are not yet free
Of the burden of our guilt
sweltering heat
feet on the pavement
yesterday's lovers
are gone with the raiments
of dresses and gowns
demented clowns
forage in the forest for surface tensions
instant regression
legacies of salvation and solvents somatically
dissolving
i am collapsing time and space
a moment, a face
of distress
and immanence
a destiny of cooperation
a corporeal corporation
the heliosphere is spinning
winning, remaining steady
its harmony saves our lives
we are sending out signals to other dimensions
yet we ignore the voice of our mother
nature is vocal
like a duck or a turtle
singing songs of holy madness
sad like concubines in the throes of being ravaged
damaged goods
are food for the moon
soon we are heavy like the dance floor
sidewalk mantras sung to daughters
caught between their feelings and their heartbeats
you can’t separate the world from its weirdness
for it wouldn’t make sense any longer
and why do we become shy
the moment we most desire to be seen
intangible fences separate our minds
giving thanks for the luminous divide
that synthesizes the binary world
reminds me that our struggle
to overcome division is to find
chiral asymmetry at the heart of every equation
do you truly want to know the reason
why our hands hold our souls in balance
or would you prefer to ponder
sedentary snails in the heat of summer
salty solutions produced by our intrusions
how must we maneuver in order to surrender
i confess to know nothing
and release my own expectations
i am one among many
who are merely here to say hello
Do you ever wonder
Exactly what will happen
When all ideograms are designed
To be grammatically inaccurate
as opposed to hypophilia (infrequent ****** arousal) or hippophilia (an affinity for horses...
her
her
inspect your thoughts
like you’d inspect a clock
look for tiny fingers
that hold the secrets
of all the minutes
that have gone
the needle’s edge is the lip of god
her brow is made from honey
with hands tearing at your flesh
immortal life opens the package
and dreams for another eternity
Your eyes remind me of the sunrise
Your lips remind me of how much
I long to touch you
Your hips remind me of a garden
Your fingers teach me about the earth
Pianos sing melodies of water
Hours pass before the earth changes color
We are watered down versions of our ancestors
Messengers speak in fleeting gestures
We harbor gypsies and poets in our ports
To keep them safe we erase their memories
Cancerous conglomerates
Long defy their promises

Blossoms of sound
In the garden of drowning women
Symbols surround our shadows
We make art out of plastic water bottles
Jugs of fresh drinking water
Found along the shoreline
I swore to keep my promises
If we were alone i’d hold you to my soul
For without a shirt you look like a goddess
I am compromising with my heart
I wish to take you into my arms
And hold you against the wind
Windmills fill our sky-lines
You speak of your hurt and your pain
I write about my vision and my soul
Confused and aroused by women in gowns
I am surrounded by my shadow
Lands of adulation
Flocks of gesticulation
Floods of fornication
From where ever we came from
The return to Now
Still remains the greatest journey
Condoms condemn ordinary men
To a lifetime of nothing special
*** becomes a substitute for salvation
And we enter into a new fascination
With our Self-ishness
Explications are seldom necessary
Especially if they are solely hereditary
the path that lies ahead
is knotted and webbed
with woven wanderlust
imagine the weeds and roots uprooted
all this came to her instantly
in flashes she could barely capture
the thoughts flooded her skull
skillfully she muttered
important sounds that shook her soul
with a tremble and a tingling in her bones
her whole body became the earth
bountiful daughter
are you everywhere at once
or still in bed when no one's home
in this journey i am lost
longing unto nothing
and captured by the glow
in love with union
he spent most nights alone
or were they ever really there
to keep him company through the darkness
those solitary passengers of time
still the flicker of a candle
reminds him of the fire in her eyes
words are lotus blossoms growing in muddy water reaching upward for
your heart now is the bottomless pit pointing towards oblivion repeating
yourself again and again i am never lonely said the powerful goddess
dearest tender soul with golden eyelashes comb my hair with folded
fingers i am the bringer of the harvest fresh fruit impresses the stars to
bursting as celestial songs abound and resound throughout eternity's
garden sri ram jai ram jai jai ram pulsing with yerba the santos sing
drunken Ubuntu if the juries find you guilty green gardenias will
blossom cascading droplets of thyme’s silence the smell of jasmine
flowers shower the dawn am i wrong to admit that i have always loved
you true this moment is just a passing tone on its own insignificant yet
strung together like tea leaves worn around the neck of children to
protect them from broken-hearted sirens use this love wisely for
whoever entrusted you with this warrior’s shield is counting on you to
hold on and yield not to the arms of any man’s brokenness
stubbornness is willful misguidance you are the beauty of a thousand
rainbows repeating the words of god colors shine in empty minded
splendor only for wisdom’s sake you shine new like the dawn and twice
as strong forever laughing at the caterpillar’s folly home is more likely
to be found while you are alone then with another more often than not i
have witnessed the distress of a tigress at seeing her cubs taken from
her arms vipers send silent signals that in turn signal the dancers to
start their turns in spiral arms of the galaxies my burning feet follow the
sun hot like coal the deserts bottom is made of sandstone and cotton
forests of flowering malanga and taro tell fortunes to the stars dream in
repose and stormy weather i am never afraid to become young and
open to the other in contact’s proximity breath becomes fire while
hearts send images into the ether read the words written upon blades
of sword wielding soldiers their fathers left them for far too long youth is wasted on television’s plagiarism heaven’s songs are formed in
basements by angels strung out and love struck with crazy wisdom
bracelets made from shackles intimidating cackles and feathers
reaching for the sun in moonlight’s quiver silver arrows gather words are lotus blossoms growing in muddy water reaching upward for
your heart now is the bottomless pit pointing towards oblivion repeating
yourself again and again i am never lonely said the powerful goddess
dearest tender soul with golden eyelashes comb my hair with folded
fingers i am the bringer of the harvest fresh fruit impresses the stars to
bursting as celestial songs abound and resound throughout eternity's
garden sri ram jai ram jai jai ram pulsing with yerba the santos sing
drunken Ubuntu if the juries find you guilty green gardenias will
blossom cascading droplets of thyme’s silence the smell of jasmine
flowers shower the dawn am i wrong to admit that i have always loved
you true this moment is just a passing tone on its own insignificant yet
strung together like tea leaves worn around the neck of children to
protect them from broken-hearted sirens use this love wisely for
whoever entrusted you with this warrior’s shield is counting on you to
hold on and yield not to the arms of any man’s brokenness
stubbornness is willful misguidance you are the beauty of a thousand
rainbows repeating the words of god colors shine in empty minded
splendor only for wisdom’s sake you shine new like the dawn and twice
as strong forever laughing at the caterpillar’s folly home is more likely
to be found while you are alone then with another more often than not i
have witnessed the distress of a tigress at seeing her cubs taken from
her arms vipers send silent signals that in turn signal the dancers to
start their turns in spiral arms of the galaxies my burning feet follow the
sun hot like coal the deserts bottom is made of sandstone and cotton
forests of flowering malanga and taro tell fortunes to the stars dream in
repose and stormy weather i am never afraid to become young and
open to the other in contact’s proximity breath becomes fire while
hearts send images into the ether read the words written upon blades
of sword wielding soldiers their fathers left them for far too long youth is
wasted on television’s plagiarism heaven’s songs are formed in
basements by angels strung out and love struck with crazy wisdom
bracelets made from shackles intimidating cackles and feathers
reaching for the sun in moonlight’s quiver silver arrows gather
Instead of being grateful, we are fed up with our insignificance.
Goddesses blush upon your arrival. Is it survival or just a coping mechanism?
We agree only
When its necessary
And if it pleases you
To touch yourself
Then make love
To me immediately
Like only the desert
Knows your destiny
Hesitant to hum
Your tongue lingered
On my mouth for centuries
These monetary arrangements
Were supposed to be
Finished and done with
But you’re not over them completely
For there is far more worthy things
To be spoken about
Than clowns growing frowns
On their abnormally long faces
So lets replace them all
With unknown saving graces
And in our hasty laziness
We shall eat up all our lovers
Like mothers of tyranny
And dynasties of desire
That keep their fireplaces
Filled with honey, money
And cinnamon
Until you inhale the scent
Of cedar, pine and sage
And tell me to get ready
For the better part of the evening
Respect turns to trust and kisses your bones
In bird language I speak tones of glowing stones
Roses freeze the afterglow of darkness
Dressed in moans and loaning their hands to anyone that passes
The dancers resume amusing stances
Chances are France is falling faster than a comet
Soaring like ships from broken moorings in Spain
Hours invested in self selection
A healthy hesitation to understand beauty
"...the circle of fifths, that ancient music wheel, that indeed has no beginning or ending, it's deeper meaning no longer to be revealed by human lips, who have too long grown accustomed to pretending..."
next to the gala-
pagos, there are seventeen
dragons who can't dance
For centuries we’ve fought to keep our sanity. To suppress shakti is to stay in control. To never let go. We are as old as the rivers. Consciousness controls us. We become beholden to the formless. Sourceless. Oblivion. Lions roar in obscure forests. We dare not utter our reply to the night’s lullaby. I shudder to think. All wisdom is a lie. We are trying to fly but can’t get off the ground of reason. I am surrounded by shadows, in an arrowless sky. High as the ceiling in my mind. I try to climb towers and spires made from rope and steel. We are already here. In the beginning we roamed the earth and ate from the soil. A morning’s work, is not a life of toil. Love never rots. Love is undying. We are trying to take something that is never available. We are hardened. With lots of red earth under our scars. We are scared and trying to fix ourselves. Bless your fear. Shine the light on these breadcrumbs. You’ve made yourself smaller than a pencil. Instead, be a permanent marker.
Poetry speaks of
plenty. But hunger conceals
not one thing at all.
you constantly bless  
the ******* who deny you  
your beauty and grace
all bystanders please  
stand by, love is on the rise
tonight and always

bystanders please stand
by, for love is on the rise
tonight and always
those hips(ters) are a mystery
the way they mistreat me
i can’t breath in your arms
speak now or hold your tongue
for once the serpent is out
it can’t be undone
funny the way we avoid ourselves
i hide from conflict, as well
as never making suggestions
such tragic dressing
is ******* itself
you jump on the train
look out for the ticket taker
offer him your fan
or your hand in friendship
but don't suggest that you know me
for all is what you claim yourself to be
smoking cars are in the back
and i attack the benefactor's articles
smart people bore me
like first hand diapers
and first time mothers
lovers dream of new windshield wipers
and i wonder if you paid the piper yesterday
Superfluous the sound of rain
Falling on your shoulders
Shards of shimmering pavement
Shattered before your feet
We breathe deeply and partake
In hoary rituals so ancient and complete
We can only vaguely remember them
Upon awakening from sleep
She burned a hole in uncertainty.
in lover’s eyes a symphony
wherefore love resides
when hate and pride have forsaken
all our attempts to hide
have been mistaken
i am surely left to blame
for our feelings have meandered
and our minds have often changed
where is beauty and where is spring
when mistletoe is high
all our dancing in apple orchards
really never meant a thing
Poetry and music 
are the flowers of our Father
Mother’s eyes are serpents
and she binds them to her daughters
keepers of the dawn
dream their longing into song
only freedom and vision
can balance the Giver's mission
while wise women give birth to warriors
sages offer seeds and silence to the Sun
burning candles and incense
water bowls are filled with floating petals
and copious copal censors 
recklessly shape-shift
into sparkling moonstone necklaces
Indecent incandescence
The ineluctable insentient
Transcendance
That inevitably transcends
All our sentience
Our intransient ascendants
Are evidently intransigent
Irreverents descended
From irrelevant past tenses
Of evanescent innocents
In essence I recently
Have my reasons
To resent my senses
That sent me again
Into decadance
Their essence
Remains essentially
Interdependent and unaffected
By your effective decrees
Of decreased independence
Demands for the deceased
Senators may be reached
Through seances and signatures
Designed to desensitize
Pieces of our peaceful
Resistance to allegedly
Intelligent reservations
With admirable indignation
These indigenous
Geniuses display divinity
With dignity and ingenuity
And indubitably
Deserve our immediate
And utmost designation
Of authority and self-determination
Signed on time
And delivered by
Intelligible design
your edges are rusted, frustrated and melancholy
i see the middle, where white lilies
lie, waiting for someone to hold them
speak no more, please refrain from talking
her arms hold the world, in waking defiance
science, is borrowed from metaphysics
statistics, weaken the faith of our future
shoot the researchers and drown them in tubs of acid
like they torture cats and vivisect, their own families
wish to stab them and steep them in water
and sadly they refuse to add, even the tiniest drop of honey
when you serve in god’s name
remember to be tame
and not to seek fame
surrender blame
and forsake healing the lame
just be and be blessed
and let the divine tend to the rest
it may be hard
it may be trying
but keep on smiling
care for the dying
and at times hold space
for the crying children
do not be mean
or cold or disheartened
instead let your compassion
unfold like a flower
and be a source of harmony
and comfort
to those who need your support
for love is wild and free
just like birds and bumblebees
and if you don’t agree with me
than that’s ok too
just be true to you
like the sweetest honey in the hive
you are already full of beauty
a poem is like honey
for the tongue
a bee stung your lip
and made it swell
I lost my grip
and down the apple fell
way down
down to the bottom
I bent down to grab it
but tripped and then I slipped
on the oily floor
so sore was I
I became ignorant of the ***
that was burning
all around me
a triad of strumming
humming and drumming
love is ancient and equipped
to do battle
with the fallacies that we follow
like flies to the fields
like dreams that never yield
all their memories
like cheese wheels gone sour
our hour has yet to come
while grizzly bears stare
at steaks medium rare
fair children face the sun
and are burned with love
return eyes to magazines
let your heart spread like wildfire
threads are tied together
like millions of strands of light
brighter than the sun
make a space out of
the invisible waters
and swim in their beauty
please choose wisely
what you will do with your life
be of service and help others
to remember that they are god too
the grace of following the heart
the magic of sound
and abundance of color
are everywhere
the treacherous stare at nothing
and then make something appear
without appearing to think
forms are beyond the mind's ability
so unwind the heat inside of you
and create whatever is dying to be born
if you believe in yourself
your whole world becomes art
and wisdom waits for no one
man am i glad she appeared
with her scarves and her ears
its so clear how beautiful she is
like a vision of the earth
a morsel of love
peace and hope
this repetition lifts us up
she keeps spinning in her place
and dancing like a wave
returning you to her garden
i am watering her plants
and dancing with her serpents
she is speaking to me in everything
making music out of bees
and honey lightning
money and charades
dangers await but we overcome
some love is bigger than anything
it speaks for itself and brings what it needs
do we stop to eat
or greet the light in the snow
the restitution of our elbows
bending like wooden bows
reaching out and up towards our nose
forward we must go on
and over the hills
that make turns in our souls
curtains fall and i bow
mounds of snow and blue tears
steer clear of fear
and worshiping grief is cheap
as a lake full of paper money
sweep clear the streets of your mind
the city in twilight is fine with me
standing still
stark naked in the woods
falling down
we run towards ground below
we awake in the sun
and continue to burn in our love
sun and shower
threats of power
gifts of rain
we never complained
sand and paper
tears and make-up
iambic pentameter
we danced naked
in your lightning
all night and day

threats of defiance
never compliance
furniture is our alliance
to refute this reliance
so just sit comfy
and don’t move a muscle
for once you are
installed in your chair
you are aready
halfway there
to becoming a hostage

fights are plenty
but some are so empty
that its tempting to cheer
when you stamp your feet
on the ground so heavily
i will take that pounding lightly
because deep in my heart
i am a humanitarian
and polite as a gentleman
who's dialect is friendly
with a diet so deadly sweet
that its been considered
absolutely as healthy - as eating
your own two hands or feet
jealousy ponders its self worth
ugly and repetitive
the next phase is mimesis
synthetic fabrics collapse
the space-time diamond lattice
our sporadic garments
now garden themselves
we refrigerate our castles
while the frigid dawn insists
on spinning its web
next to your bed
friends dance in symphonic threads
musical souls and down tempos
our elbows and our noses
pressing a little closer to each other
as i am moving beyond myself
turning into nothing
the hourglass masquerades
and we become two sedated slaves
who increase the treasury of saponification
to be fair the soapiest stations
do provide clean clothes to the drowning
so we disrobed and then dressed ourselves again
in colors borrowed from the rainbow
the favor of the demigods may be wavering
but forever is abiding here and now
as we return each others surreptitious looks
from out the corners of our eyes
that must signify our wish to smother
the forlorn teenagers who are now wagering again
upon race-car drivers swerving around our fallen idols
just before we take our first breath
all the faces that have failed to resurrect
become our mirrors to the past
into which all things must pass
and eventually cast their sight
growing rebellious kindness
or lusting after all those pointless coins
ever-pausing for a moment of silence
or never-pausing to realign intentions
get loose and flee from these ruins
that have over-run our hearts
and toppled over all the authentic parts
beauty is damaged and then dug up
her body’s form is echoed in the dust
a trail of tears left in the soil
fingers peeled and limbs numb from the toil
all the fears that we’ve let cover up our love
become the webs that we can no longer get rid of
listen to the falling leaves
hear them saying
all they need
is to be carried
upon the breeze
forever falling on our knees
is the most intelligent way to be
and guarantees that we
will remain as humble
as an ancient tree
giving love in perpetuity
yet born from a single seed
humming is our sweetness
swimming in our shadows
like cucumbers floating
in shallow bowls of water
our sordid longing
forgot its calling and became
the mourning of the trees
i tore off my appendages
and danced softly upon
the broken edges of infinity
Isolated mono-crops can’t control our hunger.
Monkeys with guns shoot at their lovers.
Punish them with lightning.
Turn them into upside down ice-cream cones.
A conversation with hundreds of overtones.
Harmonics are fire, night-time is a liar,
and we already gave you
everything you desired.
I asked, "Could I borrow your angel?"
As I descended into the basement
What would we do without our fantasies
And these ancient archetypal complexes
We have no evidence to the contrary
And no evidence that we could make it
We are like blank checks left at the equator
So please save me a seat at your dinner table
I wish to eat with you and then go to bed
With your lovely wives and daughters
And find the time between affairs
To at least try to stay a little bit creative
burnt toast is beautiful
if you release the desire for softness
and embrace the crunch of life
strife is a part of our reality
so are reflexive agreements
allegories and stories
help put it all into perspective
the elemental equivalents of the big picture
furnished by our souls
merged with our goals and our desire
there are billions of prisms spinning everywhere
serenading us with their visions
unseen spirals design our chiral handedness
sadness like honey
burnt by the sunʼs wastefulness
selects its own course through the woods
stardust seeking self reflective gardens of neglected space
reserve their places at the theater
semantics are rusty
muddy feet tracking ***** foot prints around your apartment
wipe them clean upon the milky wayʼs apron
slowly i am learning to unplug my heart from the leeches
that wish to drain it of its joy
slowly i am severing all attachment to the backwards looking people
samples of their hatred can be witnessed in the morning before theyʼre awakened
theyʼve already cursed themselves
stand clear of speakers who need to be seen as teachers
they waste your time and money
surely as the sun will rise
our ascendants met in the early autumn sky
and curled around the axis of our charts
stretching their fingers like wandering serpents
all spells being cast were revoked
all shadows undermined by their own shallowness
someday somebody will have to answer all of these questions
someday we may learn why we were created
here and now its useless to dwell
on pointless tasks and queries
mend your own dresses and forget about the elections
humming is our sweetness
swimming in our shadows like cucumbers in bowls of water
sordid longing
forgot its calling and became the mourning of the trees
i tore off my appendages and danced upon the broken edges
Concrete writing
Lungs filled with fluid
We Shift our attention
To the narrowing of consciousness
We need to breathe but can't
Amid the sycophants and drowning egos
All we see is steam
Rising from a vat beneath the ocean floor
We descend into the memory of endings
Gone are ego’s longings for superiority
We are shedding again
Making room for our hearts to grow by being broken
God knows we’ve tried enough
So now we must let go and face the depth of our suffering
A symbolic death
A friend
An initiation into mind beyond ego
We are echos of another time
We are lines hidden behind
Signs we've traced in the sand
She said, I can’t understand anything you’ve said
But still I’d love to go to bed with you again
Someday
i can’t control the muse
all of this is because i let you loose
come and drink from springs of truth
otherwise you’ll remain obtuse
as hyperbole is often true
and mythos plays by its own rules
and only you can ever know
if you are truly satisfied
with your own arguments
and if not let's get on with it
i’ve spent a fortune reading books
i’ve lost time killing crooks
come and lets get high awhile
before the end is near
and even this goes out of style
i am a child dancing in the sun
while you laugh at anyone
who thinks that they are
someone who really
truly knows something
who has given our mind the slip
i split my side for this
the unconditioned mind
can not be framed
it is not deranged or strange
its free from estrangement
it is liberated finally
from the false company
of reason and melancholy
let's leave the grieving for later
first we need to run for the door
so move it out of the way
or use it faithfully
and if you lose your shirt
i’ll buy you another one
on the runaway runway
she gave birth to her beauty
i swore under my breath
that you’d be the last one left standing
what has become of my promises
are we denying the truth of our origins
when we came here there was no hope
and now there is plenty
look at what you gave me
i am richer than i ever was
richer than a king
could hungry eyes behead me  
lifetimes of lies despise their absence
despite being present
of course it costs first-hand resources
as first-world wars are lost
to the source of our fragile origins
burning man landed in your lap again
a frightful attack on our senses
the senseless lack of penmanship
bandits and negligence
i am frequently reminded
of those torn bandages
or was it our marriages
and i’ll never be able to forget
those times we danced naked in paris
some other being has become my self
like candles lit upon that shelf
don’t stifle any of it
the whispered prayer is repeated
never mind the ones that cheated
if you complete yourself
you are beyond the herd
be gentle with your self
if you feel the need to rest
find a pillow to lie upon
shine your shoe with sand and sea
smoke the mirror and an image you will see
bless the dancers in their costumes
how can i write about the soul
when all is already known
for to be seen is to be shown
and to grow is a whisper to the unknown
i am shadow like a serpent
birthing fire from beneath my nose
i am hunger like a comet
sweetly stolen from the mountain
i am freedom like a rocket
shining stealthily in the night
i am summer like the autumn heat
and winter when you need someplace else to go
I am amazement in the fireplace
of the lover’s hearts
i am smoldering like the raindrops
when they hit the pavements warmth
i am determination like the salmon
swimming in the midst of memories long ago
i am mist like a hazy sky
flowers parting like the curtains of your mind
i am family when no one echoes
back your heart
i am vision like sunlight dreaming
hours cast off like their clothes
i am shadow like a cigarette
and pleased to make your acquaintance
i am simple like the wind
drifting from brook to brook
i am justice, oh lonely justice
forever sleeping on the job
i am human and merely mortal
so many obstacles i face upon the road
strolling from this town to the next i came upon a toad
a single carcass in the street
a tiny being that i’d ought to meet
with simple gesture of forgotten silence
i assume you were here to greet the day
ask your questions quickly child or do get out of the way
so many stories that truly matter
and so many more to claim unsung
hours turn into rivers
as daughters chase fireflies in the wood
jump over bushes
and make away with soldiers
as barrels roll down the stream
if you care to meet another
than hurry before the day is gone
deftly taken on his shoulders
he picked you up and quickly ran off with your heart
Try to dance without losing your head.
Making the most of life’s mystery
It marks a tragic collapse
Into laziness and lethargy
Like a folded sweatshirt
Love is answered
In the fire and the snow
So we gather firewood
And pretend to confess our sins
Are you serious or do you jest
Artisans arrested my heart
One handful of garlic
Can contain up to twenty cloves
I was concussed
Is that what you suggested
Tenement masters
Impressed upon our bones
So he followed her down the stairs
You were a submarine and i was a diver
Did I follow too closely
We might never know
You were thirty years old
In dinner dress she spoke
You know that sometimes
Even great performances can
Make you feel more alone
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