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Aug 2013
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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