Here's a "nickle's worth of free advice"
when half-parting lips to let go
of secret's past--try not to fling them
against a solid wall of brick,
a solid wall of brick,a solid wall of brick
--deflected. old men with paling hairs--
we don't like you, our first inclination is
to reject you--oh yeah you are a bit crotchety
oh yes you are old man winter--frightening white.
You are frigid and yet, expectant.
Let's not let youth move forward.
a solid wall of brick
a solid wall of brick
a solid wall of brick.
Tickle your toes. . .
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hunger is sometimes preferable to loneliness. a stomach will twist- but hands become dirty and heavy when full of coins.
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there ain't no other place like you to roam. where I dug in my heels and said "No, I won't come home!" Dancing in the warb...
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Under a blanket it was at high altitudes in love or nauseous? I once held his hand his touch was so soothing-but with a lion's face. and...
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In my dreams I am the fictional version of myself. The one I seek to be in my short-stories and prose. The one who gets her point across but... -
driving home from the farmer's market- I can't see anything- through this storm- I come home to sleep- with you-rest in your arms fu... -
Why do we have two of mostly everything arms, legs, hands, feet, ankles, shins, hips, breasts, 2 sets of fingers, two sets of toes, 2 eyes, ...
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and now that the anger is gone there may be a few more glimpses like looking out of the window through a thin veil of silk. a look in...
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Tickling toes- there was something about that barefooted madness something about that wistful waist-high wishing and wooshing in the woods, ...
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our silence comes easy and there is much to it the commingling of our fingers and the swapping of palm oils and the nimble saltation of ...
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lean in a little. say it like it's a secret. make your breath sound like italics. click your tongue against the roof your mouth then you...
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