i face the long sad city
where once i bled to be
but tragic and forlorn now
choking its only trees;

we've both turned by now
and i face the open sky,
banjo slung across my back
trading tears for wine

and my two bare feet pad
softly down the rusty lane;
the honey morning over me,
we'll forget our names.

he's walking like a harp down the hallways whispering into the carpets his little songs in pentatonic dream ideas as meanwhile somewhere a tile is cracking against his brothers dirtily shaken/shaven until septically superharmless ; i can hear his shoeless soliloquies reverberate within him as the occasional bursts of chemical light alternatively ( Read more... )

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this minor little meeting
reminded me of the chance
-- to kiss and whisper my
secrets to a thousand sky
spinning stars,and yet to
choose instead (as i have
done) to sing of your two
impossibly dancing eyes,&
yet to only wish upon the
forevering autumn within.

stones
are
   this church, these
   hills - water beside

cascades blooming 
   down stoneuponstone

&
stones litter the
       little green ground
   i(b
      end to pick one up,
      wish on it,
      whisper to it,
      )

&
as the wind
       somberly sings
     on this mountainside,

flowers bloom upon
     his stoneless grave.

we must all evolve.

so afraid & unwilling, why can't
you but whisper (and even if
the clouds hear you, it will make
no difference) that you do not

want this   ?
         let me put away my
weary word, in that case,
and leave me to wander; or

else come along : for i have
wonders to see & beautiful
things to do & this dallying
gets neither of us nowhere.

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abandon that sinking ship!
don't fear the feedback sea!
take the time to disrobe
here in the lascivious rain,

because it's
        the
            new
                year,

darling,
  &
you can sweep out the disgruntled
knives of the past from your mind

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