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Symbol of a Yearning
Who can say how it began How consciousness seeped into man A spark in some ancient night Around the campfire’s flick’ring light One thing now could stand for another Manipulated in ways impossible Now aurochs charge across cave walls Coming … Continue reading
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Re: justice on the run / Electrons on Holiday
Fairy lichen remains… as dust arid spirit lurks unencumbered Where Lacy Fronds did appear not far … not near still THERE someshow…. we all (don’t we?) Your fringe doesn’t have much tensile strength But works well as antennae when away … Continue reading
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cubic feet
(1) Wrists wrap in Lycra® Pixilated peepers glaze Leaking pixel tears (2) Cube in neutral grey Eight to five by five by five I am a cube steak
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Surface Tension
Stepping heavy Capsized and sunk Gone down with my sad and saily ship Stepping lightly And walked on water Skirting all my careful edges The radius of heart Just pi in the sky The dimensions of mind A calculus of … Continue reading
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Beautiful! I stand amazed – small darting things around my mind. Sleek and slippery self – we only rarely opine together. I will have to check the weather.
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modern monkey digits
grasping at straws – swinging in night clubs reaching for one more vine to traverse seaching for one last mind to traverse with a TV on the blink – and dishes in the sink a soul of searching sacharrine from … Continue reading
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Harmony
vibrate in concert sing the big note vibrations that disconcert scream the big pain learn the notes that tie us together burn the notes that keep us apart
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pretty little fishies
she used to let me stroke her scales used to let me sleek her fins… then she flipped her tail ‘n’ swam downstream and froze me in her slip’ry wake. I feel a Jackson Pollock comin’ on…
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The Jaguar God
The humid slinky silver night Conceals knowing emerald eyes Did a shadow shift against those trees? I think I’ll have that drink now please. The drums begin so low and slow The fire weakly pretends to protect The beat reminds … Continue reading
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Collateral Damage
Her exquisite corpse Blood in cooling crystals flows A stiffening breeze blows And she stiffens in the breeze Blind and staring glazy eyes Reflect a firmament she’ll never see While Orion slowly sheaths his starry sword And marches stately clockwork-like … Continue reading
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Thru a bonobo’s eyes
I look through the forest I long for it and yet My home has gone Is my species all done? Those brothers in clothes Except for these diapers. But I can tell the colors of your dreams We tried to … Continue reading
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