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It’s One Thing To Dream

  Don’t earnestly promise to catch me a star, Cradle stars in your hands, cut up and bruised. Don’t talk about how England awaits, Grasp my hand as we wander down cobblestone streets. Don’t tell me that you want to … Continue reading

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Your Heart Should Have Buoys

Your heart should have buoys around its shores warning any adventurous sort not to venture too close. With flashing strobes and a strident moan… stay back stay back stay back. But there’s always going to be someone like me willing … Continue reading

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Lasso Of Truth

I don’t know where you are because you are in another room. I don’t know how you feel because your voice too faint to hear. I don’t know what I said, or didn’t say I don’t know why you bowed … Continue reading

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In the Land of Lollygag

Fritter is something I do – not eat, Although I call it lollygag. Some might say I loaf around, But truly aren’t loaves made of bread? My mind works such from slack to bread to silly songs It scoots here … Continue reading

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Jennifer Jumping

In the dream she’s always falling Falling seems to drive the dream. From shark fin cliffs– Through clouds that smell of buttermint, Her arms are wide to ride the wind. No ghost hand shove, no skittered stones & slip of … Continue reading

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They Dance There Still

Strewn feathers across the grass Leavings from a violent death. Blast tumbled shoe across the tile We leave so much of ourselves behind.   Death laps the blood from the stained dance floor where hearts beat true and free, Coward’s … Continue reading

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Pear

If a pear could weep it would, cascading tears down its glossy sides. The banana has gone astray, jam grubbed hand plucked it away. Moments later, a resounding crash– the banana hasn’t come back. No curved embrace furthermore, Just one … Continue reading

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