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drawn to a twinkling
crown of muted lights

a moment in the waterfront
of your eyes

in between circadian rhythm
and a place called irresistible

there we listen to sun-filled hymns
and children's laughter

not caring what comes after...

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the rowdy, disorderly, and wicked
at the Black Heart Bar
chatting like neighbors
in the evening...


"...and the toilet don't flush
and the corner boys are singing
and the window don't shut"

"so move,
do you have family?"

"no
dead
all dead
all *******
anyway. "


"...she's not a *****
a ***** screws anybody
it's all about power
ego

a *******
does it for money
supply and demand
a capitalist
i can understand"

"can men be ******?"

"Ah. NAAAHH."

...L.A. Woman
comes on the jukebox
and soon the bartender's
grandma begins
singing along
the woman across the bar
is shaking her head
and the guy in the corner
is tapping his fingers on the bar
and the barmaid is smiling

and reborn are the memories
that save us for a few hours
and for the length of a song
we are not the ghosts
we have become

we are the lotus flower
rising from dark, muddy waters
Somewhere next
His field seems amiss
  (he lights a cigarette)
And all his loved ones are best kept
In his heart
On a journey
In a vest

Somewhere out there
Maybe around a bend
A tree will capture a kaleidescape
   triangles togetherness gems

It keeps changing
pools just above the water
A flood he's been
for too long

Currents of him
pours waters depth
His heart is many pieces

to wed
    to chest
        to collect
the motor boat from the lodge
dropped us off at the island

we are going to fish

the boat would be back
in 5 days

we carried our backpacks
fishing equipment
into the cabin

the cabin wasn't
Thoreau's cabin at Waldon pond

it had central air
a fireplace
wi fi
hot tub on the stone porch

then came the storm
lightening
thunder
torrential rain
and

and then
the lights went out

there we were

******

eating potato chips
and drinking beer in the dark

"quick
put all the beer in the freezer,"
my brother says

we put on our headlamps
sat in the dark
discussed
the care and handling of fish
how the hybrid strippers
don't have the beautiful stripes...
we played cards
I read "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance"
by candle light
til 3 a.m.

rain
thunder
and lightening
for 4 days

and living the way Man was meant to live
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