Monthly Archives: July 2013

eNigma

  plane, a moon deserted morning worries bloom then, running when time ticks like spinning wheels then, ripping boat, a bridge quiet hours thoughts are ridge then, ours where zone escapes like torn pages then, nothing   2013    

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sOund tHem

marshmallow skin scent of a monday humid space busy classrooms synchronized noise trapping our eardrums those who can’t hear are distant loners are lesser lovers 2013

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pages

  eyes wide open while the book turns its pages mind drifting in secret silence while the book still turning pages i see your face those eyes are telling the truth i am in this trance and looping your magic … Continue reading

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HoRosCope

  qualify pretense plastic feelings ignore serendipity quiet morons doses of liquid dreams wetter marmalade bury deaths unknown diaries in fire trick a crash on air love you no more build some castles fancy rooms feel and do not die … Continue reading

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miRacle oN a diNing tAble

cold air and a headache of beer entraps me in the quarter pie of a pizza i’ve molested my mouth by turning to junk food so hard to resist a splatter of coca-cola melts the dairy queen in a large … Continue reading

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aLL chEEse

  all cheese are melting in the oven and the buns are waiting to be born all the cheese are melting in our mouth and their buns in the oven are waiting to be born all cheese are melting and … Continue reading

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sHooting sTar

  i am the shooting star above the meadows above the seas above the heads of my dearly beloved quick and swift i drop in the field faster than the blink in your eyes i heard your wishes   2013

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flowers bLoom

  the flowers bloom july and a room the flowers bloom torrid sun and noon but i don’t know you soon i don’t know you soon this secret and a moon the flowers and flowers bloom   2013

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there, they are

covered in buttons colored atoms flat on tapestry on the cold wall those frames are champagne squares just there quietly hang and hang they are our tongues are tsunami slang utterances wrecking facts of good journals on and on they … Continue reading

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