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I shall be sparseas shallow as our oldbeaver pond aftera dry parched summer. I will not let you inyour sole intention is tofeed your own desperateand dark desires.
  . midnight ping-pong ball a gallant moon wakes the sky unseen sun paints light ajs
They honk incessantly, bellowed bathsof incorrigible bass, pond pricks,but, oh to watch them flylarge V's slide sweetly.
Fresh,a slip of tonguean adolescent impulse.Later he will learn notto say what he means,when he dims to mellow.
He pretended he believed her She did the same Reciprocating impulses push away, then suddenly contract.   When two worlds collide new stars are birthed.   In the ashes of a post explosion
She was the wind's breath alive and moving with grace, a sweet slide across the room.   When she kissed me the world went away but, like the sea she too could roar.  
The earth quakes in thunder claps a hapless dressing for a proud sun melting clouds enough for rain.   One is born, another dies a constant neverland of never come again.  
There are no great hills in Kenilworth where grassy girls give fruitful birth born from men of stately girth   I have been to Kenilworth I have been to far worse and back again upon a shore
Last night I saw you in a neon dream all lit up in a throw back scene the streets were wet in reflective haze where the truth is shadowed by the fire's blaze.  
We talked of prized cheese as if cheese was our master in the great disaster of us,   Then mind spent, W(H)INE spent on dreams only a fool would leave behind we passed our own tests on our own
If I were any man, or any man was I   the first thing we would know   of one another, should we know   anything beyond our way   is we both saw the light of day.    
We were only jokingWhen we sat beneath the weeping willowThe soft hairs of your armsElectrocuting my sensesOur conversation went onIn silence
I have seen the splintered timbers of a forest losing pine, waiting ona fire to carbonate its time. I know I am chemicals reacting to their tidesbut my mind it overulesa simpleton's design.
Like some provincial rain that came crisp from  latent springs sprung too tight stored energy fast relinquished down a sliding sun into new light
In the piercing heatof the unfolding daywe set sails for Avalon. Guided by winds wetested our fate, provingit was fragile in thedesperate side-by-sideof our changing lives.
Some came to satisfy their queer attractionto be close to something deadthat draws such loud attention
Her eyes are the color green you can't describe without a viewThey soul speak of December leaning towards August's blue.The girl, the choice, the time, oh it must be forty years.
I crawled deep inside myself sand crabbing my way to a deep security there were no stars to gaze
Last I saw you we were in the north woods guitars in hand searching for that place in the music where harmony resides traveling down the highway of notes and chords from opposite directions 
Her ways that wet the windin cloud drips close to clandestineraindrops hidden in the grays of ghostswhere broken-hearted loversplayed hollow games of what ifor, worse what if NOT?
They quarter-toned their deliveranceagenda based and ill conceivedin a quiet corner there was always eyeslooking at me smilingthe quiet ones were wise.
They are confined in canyons of chaoswriting crayon graffiti in the dark corners of restless mindshither too, and hither from, come hither to a have not,a has been, a has to have, a half a man,always incomplete
We are like cans of soupcollecting dust in a discarded martonce, when the day was sharpour pencils pushed the poembeyond a feeble flight of emotioninto the grand promise of new suns
Tidal changes of this floating heartwhen to stop, when to start?My pulse expands my waking mind.
She was lightheartedlike a feather in soft windsI was playing throw and catchwith girls still growing breasts.
  He danced the Mapiko while stary-eyed women looked on in fear and lust.......unashamed walking the dusty streets searching for a cuandeiros the dengue fever pitched to the blazing ball of sun
There is no test to time for time itself is of rest, or work,of giving, living, loving, hating, lying, cheating, repeatingitself over and over, just as the soft clover rises in the Spring.
Delving into your personaI danced on tips of grassthat tickled my feetuntil my heart laughed long before your hissy fitsrendered me into a small black box
I am driven by such things as those that drive a hobo to a train tall grass waving in a Midwestern field, August dry and gold against the back drop of proud Rocky Mountain peaks
People think i rock polo no because thats not gang though not a bad gang, but a group of friends  out the snow, out the mud, with kenzo was broke but now in a bbenzo dont do drugs, education is my love
If I could I would Go back in time When we first met I would look at you With different eyes I would thank you While we sat at a table Alone In front of the school library
Speed That’s who I am Or at least who I want to be   I stand at the line My heart racing Waiting Breath after breath For the sound that will set me free   Then BANG
I dreamed a dream and in it was love He had not a face nor a form But deep in his being there beated a heart Far surpassing the average or norm
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