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chocolate cakes
chandeliers
sheep skin rugs
burlap sacks filled with granny smith apples
girls with long legs and perfect *****
salt from the dead sea
crystal cut from mountains
songs song by nuns
fire burning the pages
of grandpa's letters to nana barbara
quarantine
And the darling prized smile
on the Portuguese girl
Showing off her diamonds, as if they were for sale
At a price which no one could pay
Her smile worth more.
scandalously obscene
a man whispers to his androgynous girlfriend
they speak of his wife and her poor taste and her pain
and I hear your secrets and I record each word that you speak
because nothing can hold you responsible
I hold no judgement for the frequencies which I cannot understand
I do feel a pain regarding human beings and alcohol consumption

the intoxicating forces which work effortlessly
in the gleaming of a starry sky which never turned black
into the strange shadows of yesterday
I heard a poem in which a mans paranoia was a part
of my own intentions and he became very uncomfortable
and the trans bartender steps to the plate
I am amazed by peoples ability to express such murmuring
******* all for the waste you carry
empty my love
empty my heart I''ll be filled again.
lsd at the bar (again)
The Medicine King awaits with patience
Foreboding Secrets of Panther
Secrets of Blue Heron

Fatherhood branches have been burned in the ritual
Ashes dusted the ground to cover the footsteps
of the Ones who stole and ran away.

You were found  in the Moonlight
Covered in salt & pepper
Your ears open but only
To the sounds of past lives lovers
Whispering to you
Things you never knew but always wanted to hear
I am empty and I am full
The Universe pouring
out and back
Into itself
And the drunken fair skinned girls
May as well have arrived on ships
With absinthe and fireworks
because I can't remember the last Time
Christmas came early.
Only in the season of Solace
December descends
written at a bar in Providence, RI with the influence of lsd

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