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 Jul 2013 Tierney Scoblic
Rita G
Fair-weather front seat
Lookin' at the moonbeams
Solid, sympathizing
The sun on the horizon
Sippin' foreign coffee
Listening to redwood heartbeats
Smoking cigarettes in a black dress
At 430 am, nonetheless.

430 am ocean breeze
Quiet enough to hear a stop sign sneeze
Counting all the bird calls
Staring at the fog walls
Making entities out of mist and light
And thinking about where to crash tonight
Or where to drink-

How arousing is pink?
Pink, plush lips on a long skinny straw
It's amazing how I get anything done at all,
Always thinking about ***,
Always thinking about ****.
He asked for a smile,
I said, "Whatever you need."

Got some stories I don't care to tell
Got a family I don't know so well
So, which do you trust?
Your love or your lust?
Have no resistance at all
And get kicked around like a rag doll.

My eyes get withdrawals
When I ain't near the stars
My ears and nose start to bleed
When I ain't near the sea
Bi-ped amphibean
Transplant Caribbean
Sittin' here wrongin' wishin
I was belongin'
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Death stands above me, whispering low
I know not what into my ear:
Of his strange language all I know
Is, there is not a word of fear.
It was Twilight


              Baking in the sand dunes of The River


                    Birds Chirping, Setting Sun, Golden


              I couldn’t imagine how I could ever give it up


                          What’s happening to me?




              I cherished and guarded it with all my might


                      until you came into the scene


                        You broke my defenses, How?


                        Not sure how it happened


                        Just caught in the current


                              Its all yours


                              And yours mine


                  A day without you seems like millennia


                                Here I am


                          Caught in the current
For a colleague staff who finally found someone to love.  (HCL ) London Ontario
The stately iris stands in the vase alongside the slap-happy sunflower.
They don't belong together, and everyone knows.
But the people are too polite to point out the obvious.

*Those flowers are just gonna sit there and wilt.
Words that sear
Lost in that
Endless haze
Of smoke,
Drifting towards
The skies
In that illumination
Burnt into our eyes
By the rays of a sun
That has long since
Disappeared
Beneath the horizon

Cigarette held loosely
But firmly
Between your fingers
You take a drag
I cannot help
But laugh
Cheered by the scene
You, content
And feeling cool and cynical
With each drag
Inflating with the feeling
That you're older- an adult
I laugh again
As you continue
To treat me like a child
But the sun has fully set
The red spreading like cancer
Through the skies,
Through my veins

— The End —