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In My Grip

I was little once

And the world gleamed…

Ya, just like you recall

But I struggled with the immensity of infinity

Yes; the thought that you all might just be my imagination

Because that much information

Was just beyond my grasp

Stars collapsing within my grip

Because everyone…

Is such a person

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With No Fear

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Dancing at the edges of the canyons round your heart

Stars the very cymbals of the shivers when we start

Through blessings of dewed dreams, the breath of mosses spied

In the liquidity of your eyes, the mirrors of all that had only echoed

The spring, the font, that trickle sand sought to abandon, and failed…

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And so I inhaled

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To be blessed again with the fires, that had never truly burned

Those lessons we required over, and over

To be learned…

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And exhaled

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God bless you for breathing into me

For hopefully sinking ever synchronously, fruitfully

Into the void…

With no fear of coming back up

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My Girl

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Gun shots come both before

And after the garbage run

And I don’t care

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They won’t get presents

If they graze, Santa Claus

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Naughty, naughty

I’ve got the book

And the look

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We both see…

And stay out of the dirt

Sighs, dies, tries

And the lies

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Burger and fries

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(don’t make me rhyme)

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give me a break

fry up a steak

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Please quit shooting each other

Don’t make your Mamma cry

Stop the bullet’s fly

So my girl can go outside

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As My Seed Spills

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I breathe…

And I await your exhales

But you’re already breathing in

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Our minds and pulse

Just that drizzle of dulche

Banana splits wish to dream of

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As snowmen melt…

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Our heat is radiance;

One cannot set a thermostat by thunderclouds approach

But our hands in the darkness…

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At different temps

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My moon, I glow at your frost

That which you perceive as dew

Just before I rise

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No shadow can divide us

Your pen laughing in the next room

As my seed spills…

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Hold My Hand

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As beads of dew fall

Unnoticed from the plumes of loons

I wish your breath was as light as mine

Seeing this torrent passing you as air

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I can hold your moon’s light

I can fill you with my wishes

But sun will always fade flowers

If they forget to sing

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A trumpet breaks

As I surpass the horizon

And kiss the sleep

Only your eyes will know

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My hands more than phantom

Held the sighs your tears have yet to bear

Caressed my own tenderloins

When every other sauce was out of season

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My dreams will hold you

Watch you fly

Make your bed

And pray my house is enough

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Your house

Where I sleep as you twirl

A splash of glowing cats

Somehow break dancing the future

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I’ve got you

And not ’cause you’re hooked

Because you released me

Hold my hand in the rain

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God Bless

As weathered hands in candle light

Do fumble finding fountain pens

Though not a drop of liquor is spilled, then refreshed

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And rolling tires remind my ringing ears

Of their constant…

That they hiss in the rain

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My windows allow in much more than fog

Blasting salsa, gunshots and groans

Dawn, breezes, bell tower’s moans

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And thunder, pounding, thunder

Though the rain on the rooftop, will never fill this glass

And I no longer want it to…

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Drips are as torrents

In the desert…

And I owe those mists my life

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Winged the effect of butterflies

Of grains falling in an hour glass

What folly, we see in our eyes as more

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Though I could tell you of more

If I could yet speak of such

And if my lips could kiss your mind with stars

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You would still be as I see you

Curled in pillows of cat fur and moonlight

Purrrloining the facts of books

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It’s in the stillness of the tails we share

The paws in the eye of the storm dancing

The Chi in the meow of chaos

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For Cloistered BBQ’ed Shrimps

And this Tapestry of Jalapeno Sighs

For Illuminating My Pineapple Pizzas…

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God Bless You

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The Way Home

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Charred and blackened, golden browned

The roux calls to heat for a dance

A shuffle through flaming fantasy

An agony of ghost pepper fried surrender

To the cries of smothered coals singing

In echoes of steam whistle song

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The voice of gravel crows

A swoop of graphite wings

To slice your eyes impale

My old throat dry stings

Hot fingers, covered in sauce

Slip my ice waters to see

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I taste it on the wind, but still

I don’t know the way back home

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Power up the rusted strings

Shine the horns in champagne and tears

Drum like St. Peter’s dancing

In a fiddle off with Scratch

The gates will bow; unfurl

When you bend to the light and the pearls

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Dancin’ in a dry dock, talkin’ to myself

With more holes in the water than boat

More dreams than peelin’ paint portraits reveal

Those brown bags and broken bottles?

Still don’t know the way back home

Shave this beard, light a smoke, pray

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And lay my head on a stone

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Life

Dapples glint on dirty ice cubes

Survivors yet melting in a goblet

As cats warm my lap in the sun

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It’s quiet times

On the front porch early

Lizards tap and yawn…

Blinking at humming bird song

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A car rolls by

Kids appear, the stores open

The air is perfect…

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Waiting for you in the morning

Time slows down in the shade

Smoking one more to perfection

As my wrinkles fade…

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In my dreams

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As YOU dream…

Adrift on the morning’s air and shear curtains

On the breath of amethyst, in an emerald’s glowing

In the sowing of fields that swirl to black and back

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(muffled cat attack) 2,3,4

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(Shrieks) from behind the bedroom door

A smile blooms wide, as my lips pray

To hear those sweet moans coming

To sweep these kittens away…

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Coffee???

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*yes*

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Now WE can play

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