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Ignored Statistics...
One brutal sob hangs another.
‘A three to one death ratio
increase‘.... more »
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Intellects Blasphemy
Go forth and propagate,
a mantra echo from the ages.
Hyper breeding demonstration,... more »
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Katrina Aug 29
ethereal
caribbean
coconut cove... more »
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Lyrics - A Blink In The Night
White headlights under a blue moon night
peyote cocaine maybe LSD
booze and me
a hard rock... more »
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Lyrics For A City’s Night.
On a balcony across from the Laundromat,
I watch the daylight decompose.
Hookers look 'en for a little cash,... more »
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Married; Still A Child.
In our passions longing want, we saw a vision,
we thought was love.
A commonly enchanted state;... more »
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Memories In Movement.
She was waltzing
with her memories through
the Spanish moss oaks.... more »
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Mid East Metaphor
matador skewered by the horn
reverential recital of courage
and loss
cession of pain is a concession that came... more »
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Midnights Cargo
One of the Capt’s
of the burlap fleet;
a square grouper
Flotilla of... more »
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Nola
The old Blue Dog and the Creole Cat,
(Who Dat?)
in a Second Line dance
down Rue Royal.... more »
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Nomadic Pilgrimage
Within the pantheistic deity
each and all parts one.
Paternal meter pulse... more »
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October 31
Bonfires massive
magic light
contained... more »
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Primetime Diversions
Today and the day before last or just before the day before that…
Something began
Troubling,
Worrying,... more »
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Recognition
Recognition... more »
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Recurrence
Bedewed in August
then a little frost in
the morning comes
in late... more »
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Return Our Country
Slow down cowboy
What’s happening to the nation
is it becoming... more »
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Save Nola (Lyric’s)
The old Blue Dog and the Creole Cat,
(Who Dat?)
in a Second Line dance
down Rue Royal.... more »
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Separated
Her memory spreads out before me like her body once did,
the echo of passion resounds in my head.
The room is now empty silent and still,
will the images fade and leave nothing to tell.... more »
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Setting Out With Capt. Po
I have sailed a long, long way
from the native land,
I bid goodbye,
so many years ago.... more »
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Sexuality
primordial explosion
at nascent
dawn
pubescent glow... more »
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Skiff
‘The Voice of Reason’
for many years adrift.
Her varnished gunwales and tiller board... more »
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Solitary Night’s
Like the faint distant intimacy
of musical notes,
more evident by their remoteness.... more »
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Solitary Woods
in the dusky dimness
of the
days
remaining shade... more »
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Southern Summer Day
My wife and I
slow dancing in bed
again
sunrise soon... more »
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Stitch's
From the spindle of the weaver’s wheel
a tapestry it forms
to reflect the thoughts and prayers... more »