Cheshire cat lazily frowns,
smile turned upside down
while all the way to town
a lady from Down Under
hobbles along, in a freshly
frayed, browned-gown*




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where bilious pigeons roost
coo and cackle with abandon

whose obstinate droppings steam

its stench invigorates lagging soul
here and ever after, songs remember*



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We never burn bridges
though we never need to
cross over that particular one

again - hence

we build new ones, upstream,
and closer, so much closer
to the heart of our dream*


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what have you done:
given voice to silence,
wings to unspoken thoughts,
face to emotions deeply masked;
solid darkness now made bright
when words, unutterable, take flight,
making them no longer alone*


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let's take a stroll through
flowing sheets as they waltz
with dappled sunlit melodies

reach out for crystal door handles
cool to touch, prismatic to eye
floorboards creak secrets

of years now lost to memory--
one day it shall rise again
in all its former glory*




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if you feel all alone,
then we're all alone, together...*


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Tendril-wafted dunes
of barren sands waffle,
swirl across mindless mile
upon mile, in every direction-
your face appears, a horizon away,
there is little comfort found
in its accompanying echoes.


Drifting sticks caterwauling,
wail on, in the pitched wind,
stretched by distant recollection-
stylus of a scribe named Regret;
each flurrying breeze shifts
turns over and over a new page,
taking with it freshly shed tears.


Foetid droppings steaming out
of some wastrel, desert vagabond
provides a vivid reminder
of how it can never be again,
to kick it away -- desolation
could only deign contaminate
these well-worn wandering shoes.


Head facing forward
wherever the nose points
except in the back of the mind
where gentle oasis burbles-
each leafy frond conceals
intimate moments now buried
within the unmindful desert's belly.*


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morning mist spreads wide
dew drops glide on leafy fronds
sun light peeps through clouds*




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