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7 Thoughts & A Circle

A rose in the teeth of a dead dog

Rain patters on the broken windshield of a car

Ten cradles rock in unison

A read ocean bubbles like air blown into milk

Ten persuasive arguments said together

Chocolate covered strawberries aflame

A man enters a building without a name

 

A pink note from a shadowy man laughs, leaving

Telescope love affair from across the street

The crinkled bag contains nothing

When there is music to be heard, people will listen

How was sand formed?

A million minds with everything and nothing to say

It was a night to remember, it was a night to forget

 

Canned soup on the stove heats up like a grenade

Dry fingers across a smooth keyboard with paper on the side

The clock strikes 3:30 and I am alone again

Though the sun is out, I look only at the shadows the trees make

Everyone in their cars have faces like gravestones

I've never seen a frog smile

Where are the men who have walked country mile

 

Will I be like this forever?

A naked dancer says her name is Boston

Once, the garage was filled with smoking tremors

Instead of the store clerk being late, the customers were

Food no longer nourishes me

When I wake in the morning, I roll over, and look at my feet

Each stair of this house was made by hand

 

Cuticles are the cutest things to push back

Time is a flat circle

I learned that from the television

Connecting the dots sometimes gets you nothing

I accept the limitations of humankind

I do not accept the limitations the brain

Who am I to accept anything at all?

 

Nourish the darkness

Wash clean the light.

 

Massage the demons

See the angels sight.

 

Care for the God

Who's carefree and glee.

 

Is a circled cage

Never to let you free.

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