In the rosy hue of the candlelight
her blues appear more profound,
figure on ground in stark relief
all tied up with her sex and aroma,
sepia, bursts of pink, auburn patina
So many percussive manic beats per minute
in the gyrations of her hips, in the fold,
before fall and after the dash, madly, encore,
in echelon, the graceful swoons of grateful ones
and the silver songs of starlit diaphanous beings
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Just as song the words flow
in time, gating the sense.
To know is
in the making.
The interval is not known
until the second tone.
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I hold and adore this day
as if it was the final rendering
of the thing we call “day” –
a perfect example of a perfect example
of the divine concepts we conjure
as humans here on the ground, under sun,
sky, planets, and low-flying slow-flying planes.
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The clouds inside of me
rain on the outside.
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She overcame inertia by bearing down hard
catching grip on shift-gear and leather,
deeply like cement – she became fixture,
a ground to figure
aloof, always the bold one off-axle spanned across
imperfect timing, but not to be lost on a roll –
tipped her shoulder, head-down ditched and tumbling
to topple her way to the billboard below,
fifteen famulous minutes though nary five feet high,
smaller than popcorn and concession soda,
but horribly beset by bugs in the diffraction of projector light.
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The roar is great
at the top of the falls
and there is no end
to the drop so sound
doesn’t carry
up
I remember nothing
of the fury before
the flood here after
the mad dash
Even though to know
it signifies nothing
really
doesn’t stop my flame
from the puff
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Do you hear the rumble,
do you feel the shake
within?
Seems to pop
in this strangest place
All ways
always
are before you
And after all
is said and done
it’s sad to think
there’s only one
In memoriam
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Used to be so lovely
now they say I’m only
lucky just to be alive
Daybreak on the water
lighting up the harbor
drowning’s just a state of mind
Episodes happen, everybody has some
get them while you’re staring
up the frown
Pleasure is a feeling
cracks along your ceiling
hoped once that I’d fall
on through and down
Pardon me a moment
need to find an exit
jotting down a parting
line or two
Episodes happen
everybody has them
even when you stand
atop the world
Used to be so lonely
now they say I’m lucky
Simply try to stay alive
Daybreak on the water
lighting up the harbor
drowning doesn’t take much time
It’s just a state
of mind
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In deep mind I dance
dark circles, whirlpools
exist in the figure outside
where I’m ground
Embracing fits
like gilded chases
after images of light
too bright
In neon
throbbing day-glow
I fade under focus, intent
on comfort, the nether end
of feeling
Not belonging
is the rite of entry
back to the eddy to the point
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Caught between two endings
I emerge into light
once more
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