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Monthly Archives: September 2010
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The wait can seem endless until you wait,and the minutes that pass slowly just matchyour speed at the time, the steadiest gaitthat ever did tread upon the wide thatch:Naturally, you were born to conform time to the fluid process of true spirit,whi… Continue reading
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The pressure on us was something immense:to make suffering beautiful our task,to carve meaning onto friezes so tense,whereupon stone figures frolic and frisk:Relief was low, evasive and sunken, like a fleet of overburdened cruise shipsthat merged … Continue reading
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The sweetest songs used to stick in my earsas smoke did to freshen up used jacketsthat were never washed but with spilled out beers,before the bans soaked the barroom markets:There was a stallion in the ranks of men, with a pungent voice and a nob… Continue reading
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, URBAN SONNETS!
With great pleasure, I am able to say that I’ve been crankin’ out the poesy here on http://www.urbansonnets.com for a full, whole, entire year! I’m averaging over a post every two days, which is truly something I would have never expected. In commemorati… Continue reading
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Lapses in arbitration are the norminside the plastic bubbles of forced thoughtsgroveling to the six senses, fraught with formand friendly misfirings – the bliss of doubts:One’s joy is the other’s twice-swallowed tongue, bifurcated in esophageal bu… Continue reading
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I latched onto the word “prefect” last nightin a dream that rattled me in its ease,its flow. I saw clouds roll across the lightlike an addiction to pleasure-as-breeze:The Ocean must keep singing forever, and the tropical plastic-y sound wavesreawa… Continue reading
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