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Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

All Beings Considered

This Snake

All Of Who I Was

Where The Dead Don't Mind...



Your Next New Dying Black Swan

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

Peace Where There Is No Opportunity

What Could a Death Meet-Up Have To Offer?

Dragons

Someone Send Out A Search Party

I Wish God Had Better Magic

Canis Latrans

What's With The Lead Overshoes?

How Does It, How Do You Matter

THE POCKET DOOR

Like The Wind In The Middle Of The Night

The Hoping

Cuba Libre

This Is It

The Inner String

Max on the max

For Another Mean New Sun.

Some Children Have Nightmares (tentative title)

Night Train

Nameless

wandering the rolling hills ...(written for his model)

All The Changing....

HOME

Lonesome Love

two out of three people

A Start Again...(I Green-Dreamed Again Last Night)

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Last Night


last night
in the darkness
the moon spoke
to me
its lantern of light
was rose-golden
creating a halo
which awakened me
and the stars danced more brightly
because
of the hue

below I noticed
two old raccoons
gazing up entranced...
and they were dancing too
muddy paws raised
catching the falling gold coins
gathering in the wet grass

I imagined
them crossing the street
to the Stop N' Go
where they'd buy pastries
hot chocolate
maybe beer
or pretzels

I put on my slippers
right then
grabbed my key
and tip-toed out
to be swallowed into
the envelope of night.


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Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World






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