told you. tonight.
Time After Time.
should be our song--
in the same chilly vein
there. turquoise, lights.
in your eyes. shimmering
in the hallow.
this
empty
tomb.
there. is a red heart
atop. a field of green
with lace. tied. like
string.
a kite.
billow it up.
raise it high.
my vision.
transcending.
renewed.
hopeful.
in the same chilly vein
there. torquoise lights.
in your eyes. shimmering
in the hallow.
in this.
empty room.
Tickle your toes. . .
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shake up my heart and flavor your life it is full of holes. you cannot see me for I am brow deep in my old pain and I cannot speak because I...
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This week has allowed me to get back in the swing of things to use a cliche that I adore. This particular cliche allows me to be vague with ...
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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... -
Happy April. I am currently working on this month's series "you don't remember anything, even though you were there." ov...
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where I'm coming from- you cannot "see"-self-blinded- and not listening.
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all is up. a dreamy boy fills your legs with such a torso- he acts like your tongue is hard candy- and the crust in your eyes is cinnamon.
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Working on my book as of late. A good 1/4 of it is finished. Will update with more information closer to publication.
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Recently I have been really attempting to delve into what it means to be a poet. Jim Morrison once wanted to be a poet, and look where it go...
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