Sep 11 2008

Sister’s Needle

You wake yesterday. Will peace wear worry? The salt’s smile. Fire’s translucent self. Why? Steel hole rot. Less eternity. Sad sky present. The web soft to the night. Trust and think. Velvet voice star sail. Sex from porcelain. Embrace. Melt. Explore. Change. Linger to haunt times secret. Sacred with morning. Healing see through my window? The rain’s sister. Concrete bleeds. Needle surrounds, to the vein. Numb. Gray tear. Summer tan. Screaming hate. Her habit debates. Perhaps burned a body for disease. Hiding eyes pale white curtains for your thunder. Ash [...]

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May 09 2008

BEHIND THE WHITE FRONT DOOR

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Every day I pass it by This house of solid wood, I would like to go inside If only that I could. It has a large veranda With wicker rocking chairs, And beautiful red geraniums Sit upon the stairs. Each time that I walk by it I feel the warmth inside, It makes me want to run away From the outside world and hide. The curtains on [...]

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