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8 Ball Blues

A rose atop the grenadine stairs

Signifies a portrait of love aflame

In memories we wish for the impossible

In life we wish to surpass reality

"Let dreams inspire life," the opportunist sighed.

 

When you're nice enough

No one gives you a second glance

Shrieks from down below

Make my pencil move slow

And the heart beat a double step

To a dance floor illuminated by the drunken

 

She nods," Another night, another life, another dollar."

Musing on this, I tip back

Seeing the slack in her black neck tie

Loosen

Revealing God's only mystery to me

 

Instead of five paces

Lets make it ten

I want to live longer

The sun is in just the right spot - the moon too -

To die today

"Don't you bet on no heaven boy," the preacher snickered.

 

"I only made one bet in my life," I said," And that

Bet was with the devil himself."

 

"Who won?" the crowd asked cheering.

 

"Who you think?" I answered back yelling.

 

A hush

Is more sacred

Then

Butterfly wings or

The reflection of the sun

On a moving river or

The wind through the needles

Of a young pine or even

The limp ear lobe of a naive deer

 

Since the seer is away on business

We will have to make do with

The good book and a bottle of whiskey

 

"Whiskey?!" shouted the bartender, "No one's

Ordered a whiskey water around here for YEARS!"

 

"I believe it," I muttered, "The only thing that suits me."

 

"Hombre?" he whispered, "You from around here."

 

"I'm from around here as much as anyone else is," I said, "We all just

Passing through."

 

Buzzer goes off

Ringer echoes through the hallway

Flash of light stabs through the pink window shades

A moan

From a man

Whose name is not known

Down near where

The car was parked last night

 

Instead of love

Give them faith

Instead of hate

Give them hope

Instead of justice

Give them free will

 

Reason will have to be the dagger

They **** each other with

 

Deep set cloud white in its sluggish passing

I knew a woman once that used to be my mother

We all change, don't we?

A number is just a number until it's a name

 

Take care, dear collide

Stores are emptying

And so is the bride

When the winter sets in

And the winter pass is filled

Take hold to whatever you've got

Every minute is our time

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