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Aug 2012
There are prisms of light
reflecting from the hunters eyes
gleaming, glistening they
move with agility
virility, stability
blue and clear
water crystals in eyelashes
no more solutions
ancient and tired
I sit back

Evolution tries to see water and monkeys
blue sky and islands, no one cries
except the children
I believe, sweet
he mutters

Rectangles and geometry
reflecting rainbows
soar across the sky ‘cause I’m about to die
arsenic is always arson -
but in Atlantis the biggest monster
subsides, trials and tribulations
hunger is as bright as the sky

Human nature futile
no more options to trace
thick soles and black lace
my soul has no trace
the treasure is your heart
of which there is none







A broken train in the rain
sits and erodes in bleak light
tangy and bitter, blood is seeping
the hunter comes nearer - so close
he doesn’t wait, it’s far too bothersome -
shoots the gun and he’s off

I was once a rabbit
ate carrots every day
lived by the ocean
near seawater and sunsets
my mind is now broken
no love will ever show
just what I did, so pointed and slow
a dinosaur he was -
they don’t ask questions -
cabbage and eggs,
things I will miss
and the magic of life -
sure, death is bliss.
Sequoia C
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Sequoia C  California
(California)   
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