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Vaguely lit
--- by the summer moon,
starlight reigns from an ancient song.

Her sweet madness, shrouded like a child's secret;
--sang to her like she were a dying friend.
Their smiles twinkled as a banana spider spun
Venus into her web.
Moon shadows planted their face
in the tall grass
as shimmering willows sent their fingers feeling.
Memories from across the centuries
came flooding back like a retreating tsunami.
Her soft touch tingled on his skin,
something even Picasso couldn't capture on canvas.
His thoughts dove into the dark depths of her eyes,
swimming in the dancing starlight.
She tossed stones through the moon's reflection
and a million moons slow danced across the surface.
They caught shooting stars in their nets and
sealed them in jars,
and just like the moon...

I hung there.
.





  ---To be content in a mad, mad world,
to be the last sane man to see
absolutely nothing in the ink blotter clouds
marching across an azure sky like pigs
to slaughter,
laughing until the final bomb blast
  vaporizes our vocal chords.

Ripe and vibrating like a
tuning fork in A.
  Where insanity falls like rain,
we're driven mad by the patter.
  Drip, drip...
Madness took over Dallas last
  Saturday morning.

---The oceans will to rise tomorrow.
Do you live on the coast? East, west?
  Run to the hills like the bleating sheep.
Bleating and bleeding...
  Stampeding!

How long can a person tread
water surrounded
   by shark & man?

Not long...

Not long.








.
--In a dream I did see
lovely outstretched hands
  pierced with lily white light
between the Oleander and the mad seas.
  That by starlight--- chained
for more than twenty thousand years
  captive in the vast realms of Heaven,
shot forth suddenly!

--Beneath a shivering willow
  I received a flurry of quickened kisses.
The flowers that she picked
  entwined their thin arms
in each soft corner
of the violet forest to the
  cool raging streams that effervesced
into the warm azure pools--
  embroidered with lime green moss that hangs
from each branch
of the willow into the eye
   of the poet.
  He said it had a voice, firm, yet--

endless...

  as I floated back down--

distance knew not time.

  I looked deep into the apple green eyes
of the leaping panther
  as I fell back
into an ocean of pearls.

I swam back to sleep.







.
.




His dog is in need of water--

the actor's emaciated.
You'd think he's sacrificed blood,
but the gutter is overrated.

His eyes seek out a bargain
in between the brittle brick.
Just like his toes,
they are cracked and froze...

--- this is not a trick.

Sing an ode to your pin cushion veins
and to your pastel eyes--
these wet city streets are full of broken screams
and unspoken alibis.

I've heard your simple prayers, (yes)
I've smelled the spark's sharp steel stench.
I watched the moon slide across the frost
as you slept on the park's bench.

Trade your bread for a piece of sky
with a madman's son or daughter.
(Yes!) This actor may be unstaged---



but his dog is in need of water.







.
.


I'm a slave to your heart--

I'm where i want to be.
Chain me to your soul,
imprison me.

I was captured by your smile,
and held by your gaze---
throw away the key
for forty million days.

Your love became my sea
and I am going down
to wait for your tsunami--

I can't wait to drown.



.
Awake, I am crawling toward another day,
another crazy day to rearrange.
Just one day to be the fly on the wall,
tell me now, what would you change?

All aware to hide and seek,
there's an ironic world to be wrought.
Sing a song for all the peace,
and for every cold war you've fought.

I could rechart my course for the beaten path,
I could turn and walk away.
I could muster up the strength to fake another smile,
I can still hear my mother say...

"You better learn how to run
when you're under the gun,
before you are circled in chalk.

Listen to me
while the advise is still free,
you better learn to run 'fore you walk."

Awake, I am crawling toward another day,
another jumbled day to rearrange.
Just one day to be the fly on the wall,
tell me now, what would you change.

All aware to hide and seek,
there's an ironic world to be wrought.
Sing a song for all the peace,
and for every cold war you've fought.

I could rechart my course for the beaten path,
I could turn and walk away.
I could muster up the strength to fake another smile,
I can still hear my mother say...

"You better learn how to run
when you're under the gun,
before you are circled in chalk.

Listen to me
while the advise is still free,
you better learn to run before you walk."
.
"How long will it be until
the whole world is chokin'?
How long will it take
for us all to fall down?
How long will it take 'til
every heart gets broken.
When the oceans rise,
will everybody drown?"
How many hours
until the final countdown?
How many days
until we're all washed away?
How long has it been
since you walked beside reason?
What would you think
if it started today?
Where are you going to go
to get a blood transfusion?
Where can you go
to replace an eye?
Will your resting place
be water or stone?
Why did you trade
the truth for a lie?
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