Monthly Archives: September 2013

hopped up on helicopters

hopped up on helicopters zooming through diopters focus on a moment in time clocking rotors landing on a dime juggling lift and levity laughing large at gravity endearing sky in amity balanced by its brevity hopped up on helicopters singing … Continue reading

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breath of beadality

If words were like beads, strung on narrow reeds, I would plant bead seeds, hoping they would sprout. Then through the garden ramble, along each row I’d amble, hunting with a candle, for the perfect bead. Except on most days, … Continue reading

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remnants of sunset

remnants of sunset fall from your scissors scrambling to find a thread or a wavelet brings me to dithers in the shadows of giants outside posh salon a wanderer lingers searching for trinkets he maybe can pawn by fountain families … Continue reading

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yaep

fleeting transience equinoctial equatorial ecliptic nodal when rooster and dove are neutral when rise and set are punctual zero crossing biannual festive flux seeming at a lull yet just as constant never null — Note: please see “Equus Knox, redux” … Continue reading

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serene selenity

you harvested my heart had me from the start now you want a lung my breath duly wrung such serene selenity stay with me ’til senility songs of solace sung in silent sky you’re hung presaged the equinoctial node to … Continue reading

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musa

peel the blackness curvy darkened musa my midnight songstress silky smooth chanteuse dipping into awareness ladle full of claustra basting consciousness blooming into pupa emerging from dark harness su canción altera onyx wings caress núcleo de la existencia hushed dreams … Continue reading

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what’s olde is neue

gone vibrant realasticity vapid iconic indecency this revealing translucency what’s olde is neue the thin and the few with parallax view cold and sterile at first glance now realizing the bold enhance much potential once given a chance investment in … Continue reading

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