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Saturday, July 7, 2007

Caesar's Puppet

I held her hand and walked her to her waiting chariot the one that would steal her in the night from my love but her grip was fierce fear was a well of tears that echoed goodbye forever so like a camera she caught me in her lens snapping photographs to create postcards her porcelain skin red and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, July 6, 2007

Post Meridiem

The tree tops smoked gray Above that, blue sky Houses on the cul-de-sac All dark, except one The lone porch light Sets a scene Less than photographable Darker still, The silence absorbs The shorting out Of crickets Their metal whiny voices Edging on insanity Like singing zyx double u Saturday’s... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 17, 2007

****************************** MOMENTS ************************************

MOMENTS You sang A bird with music On my window ledge A sheer white veil Of curtains Billowing in the breeze The marriage of moonlight And street stars Tracing your silhouette Upon my eager wall Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, January 13, 2007

*************************** The Winter Riders *************************

Foam tongues lapping the chilled sea's milk the echo of shells a hollow refrain the gulls circling the sky their cries euphoric the sun gloss on straw huts giving the illusion of summer heat the winter riders shake the cold and vanish beneath the blue only to surface like new Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 12, 2007

****************************** The Painter ******************************

Dried beneath his fingernails unfinished masterpieces the dip of his brush into the water a mixed revolution of freedom the stroke of his lines gathering on canvas like friends in conversation forms of his Jesus complex birth Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 11, 2007

***************************** The Memory of Her *************************

The Memory of Her Her scent drifted Fresh laundry Blowing through vents The smell of home Clean and pure The white of her face Freshly fallen snow In comparison to The paperback yellow Of the street lights Hanging like beads From lamppost necks The clang of her heels A familiar beat In his heart And... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 9, 2007

Salsa on Low

Salsa on Low Lean flickers colliding With moonlight A canopy of stars Rain through windows Like kisses The kitten Arch of her back Pressing Against the weight Of him Their joint percussion A scorching rhythm Dancing on Rooftops The tinny tune Fusing moans In the deep Drowning Of sweltering Nights... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, January 8, 2007

Walls

It was my walls he couldn't stand a constant builder the evidence concrete beneath my finger nails the wall rose with each neglect so that the sun rested easily the days would part without much expectation but my walls could not would not crumble under his destruction of love Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 5, 2007

The No Show

She sat by the window her gaze on the world cold as the lamp post on the corner road where she once waited on pigeoned feet for the man with the fedora and laughing silly eyes to consume her with his magic but the night fell a sheet of moonlight on her sobbing shape for he didn't show no rabbit in a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 3, 2007

Monk

Earth toned Conformist Infertile with Dialogue Your cloak Threaded In self Purification Of souls Running on Auto-pilot Sign in to see full entry.

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