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Have you ever seen a bird hover just over the shallow of a lakeBalancing on the wind that whips my baby hairs across my...

en el camino con angelitos

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L.A. i said isn’t that where dreams go to die where you never say hello so you don’t have to say goodbye  where crooks find love and lepers fornicate and...

Out of time

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He most definitely knew what hit him. His family and friends would seek solace in the standard untruth that “at least he didn’t feel...

Landscape, Mid-Consequence

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The oft-oppressive miracles of the combustion engine beckon from whiny highways of a degradation we must call fair An asymmetrical face appears in the exhaust drift between the taillight and...

big night out

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bits & piecesof me slough offevery day slivers of sanityflecks of hopescraps of intellecti sweep them up & save themfor a rainy day whispers of old...

Whether The Storm

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surf churns with ever sharpened howling windparallel waves crashing and screaming rainlike tiny honed ice crystal blade cut thick skinwhile storm on rise at...

Going Back to Bed

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Going back to bed is the ultimate adult dream Subject of snooze button thoughts                 Excuses Reasons they may have closed...

Watermark

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When I leftYou remainedA watermark Those who know meWho see right through meSee you in me Paul Rogers is a writer, stepdad and punk rock bassist...

When we howl

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When we howl, we howl as oneAgainst the breakersAgainst the silenceAgainst the bone When we howl, we’re calling to you,“Ahwooooooooo!”Saying, I see you, I hear...

Self-Deceit #3

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I know that room inside youwhere you go to hide when you’re scared and don’t want to be seen. Where your back is turned away, eyes lowered if they’re...

The Devil’s Advocate is a Pacifist

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As I stared into the eyes of Michael Cohenon the Lucky’s market television; blinded by humanity or lack thereof.I saw a system which breeds...

A Last Cut

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They were the last tomatoes of the season, harvested from the garden like the precious gems they were. The tomatoes were heirlooms. Their juice...