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I almost forgot the GD password to this thing. I'm coughing my lungs up now, pack after pack, I know, I know, I need to quit it. But how am I supposed to waste five minutes standing outside?
Look at them moving,
hurricane trees.
Hurricane rain
pounding leaves upturned
to bask in
hurricane sighs.
The hurricane breathes.
Downpours into weathered boughs.
Heads to midwestern throws.
Shows the inland what it knows.
Prepares the inland for
the prewinter colds.
Look at them look at them
move in Saint augustine rows,
caressing the Earth.
Protecting the soil from
destructive blows,
as the hurricane wind
begins to let go.
* * *
Last night worked in stages.
Early bar crowd.
Buster's, then
empty stools
video poker machine.
Two dollar wells...
...G&Ts
G&Ts
G&Ts....
Midnight wasn't even striking
anytime soon and
-concrete stairs
brick walls
railroad tracks
the blonde in that dress-
I was unable to talk anything
other than...
Then friends came by and blazed
into the early day.
And I don't know when
I went to bed.
* * *
Let it be
the rosary beads
wrapped around
the steering column,
trees and moon
let it be the bike rack
on the back above
the Pennsylvania plate.
Let it be that
champagne sedan
rolling over the rocks.
Please.
* * *
It's the ring tied to my jeans,
to the torn thread on the knees.
It is all of those things,
bronze and dreaming
held on leaning
simple trinkets gleaming of
the pale yellow above.
Enchanted items?!
Rediculous!
But the endless possibilities
and wayward probabilities,
those thoughts I entertain,
I love.
* * *
That's when I knew it hurt.
The moasses responses
to the stomach wrenching
speech.
I've sulked much of today,
though it was warm,
and the clouds were well-lit,
I made eye contact with very few
people. I have,
for today at least, forgotten joy.
Jokes and flirtations
flush by me, a whirl
of liqour and dresses.
I remain impervious to it's undertow, oh
but I want to be pulled in.