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fleeting thoughts of a fevered lover

fleeting thoughts of a fevered lover  now the gurgling of peace in confused currents of a soft-silvered stream that runs under my pillow is joined by the stringed reflection of your guitar — a heartfelt tone of some moonbeam lights … Continue reading

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Circuitry

Circuitry The electric circuitry paces An environmental complex even as The swinging of one’s cradle Accelerates to and fro And to and fro: Finally dislodges me. Acquiring media as extension Of my biped humanity, Transcends uneventfully circles Of this child’s … Continue reading

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Dreaming For The Extraterrestrials

  1. An astronomer dwells as a hermit in my mind, An entity I reap alive from a scholar’s treatise Not so much for his science but for his calculated dreams. 2. The stars obsess him Yet not with the … Continue reading

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This is not like it, the visions

    This is not like it, the visions of a gradeschooler who too willingly would have traded for a twitching butterfly his balding, if not for the tonic, schoolmaster: The boy now man cannot see the adult, his dreamer’s … Continue reading

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All before in the days

all before in the days the easter shells off me were peeled and out my umbilicus were yanked the rainbows cold a brave child i was blending like lizard lazy into rocks softer than the rim my days were of … Continue reading

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For the luck of a rover

For the luck of a rover the preacher is willing to forsake his pulpit and the audience. There is no worse suffering more than that of a man whose words come bouncing back as arrows repelled and now are lodged … Continue reading

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We are no Methuselahs

  We are no Methuselahs To waste our time wasting time. Life is republican and death A silent democrat. The growing will almost always Take us forever. The dying is always now At the back of our heels. ©  SSJ … Continue reading

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