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Head In The Sand

  My head’s in the sand, And my butt’s in the air, I’m hiding from trouble, Not saying a prayer. I think no one sees me, I’m far out of sight, Now all’s back to normal, And everything’s right. If I can’t see hunger, It doesn’t exist, If nations are fighting, I can’t see their [...]

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Silver Horse the Ride of Love

    A- bomb absent to God present star’s floating light. Back-cross wears nothing naked to silence. Cemeteries count the dead. Ready for civilization. Clamshells for bullets. Masks made from cedar dome. Draft- horse mermaids polishing shoes, silver in their eyes. Velcro imagination. Exposed butterflies. Rainbows echo. Countless earth bares free life. Frantic life. Bloom [...]

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The Cafรฉ

Black eyes gaze from faded photographs… Music of the Romany Danced in between, Languid women, Bodies like Melted butter, Sipping their Fin a’ l’eau Their laughter, The rustling Of dead leaves And dark men Flashing smiles Hair slicked, With the faint Scent of Patchouli The air dense With the smoke Of Clove cigarettes It was [...]

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