Alphabet City

A dealer need beware
sampling ones own wares

I have not yet read
this stanza

Tell me
was it
addictive?

There's more...

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I get sliced and bleed a lot, and so 
I am a great advocate for safety

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The tree grows older
from its inception as seed - 
if you'll want a tree when you're older,
plant it now

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I relate
to old friends 
who don't look
like they used to

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For hours on hours,
until all starlight fails,
that's how long I'd wait

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I hold the shape of you in my mind,
and draw it - a single curved stroke 
in my heart

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What can you say in a moment
that has all you'd ever want,
ever so fleeting...
the thought 
alone suffices
to keep up with the shift 
in emphasis where words add lag
delay what is inevitably
an outcome of predilection
for the fastest path
from anywhere but here

straight as an arrow returns to the earth
at the end of its flight, in a perfect arc,
so I appeal to the time and to the breeze,
the moist air filled with sweet grass,
even this far past the end of the summer,
only late harvests now remain, imperfect days - 
too cold or too wet, too short with each sunset,
too beautiful to be among the last

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The mice 'round my way 
have been eating my cannabis plants,
I can hear them humming old Doors tunes

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Once again I hear 
the loving rain in 
the surround
about me
it explains
slowly 
for those
who'd listen
to sprinkles persist
of puddle spritz
gutters running
a gush - a tiny waterfall
over stones stacked 
against a corner-wall
where rivulets originate
to run down the driveway
thin tendrils of cool black rain
ever moving and I are one

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In the holocene,
post-pleistocene,
the poets thought
the ferns to be
more blue-green

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