Dizzy Darling

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Gaia Tucked her belly in
stuck her toes to the pool
and shivered furtively
with passion,
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bear week on quaint provintial town,
burly masses corrugate in the reeds of accordian coast,
a bell chimes through the gritting shutter teeth.
calls to the ships at sea
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I wonder through a land of great impressions
dreaming of Richmond, flag limp against black horizon,
bleakly marching through falling city, scraps thrown to wolves
that dance around cinders flight.
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minuet marching bands
laughing loon and spooky foxes
Bachs fugue playing with fingers like spiders
debussy picnics under baudelaires fountain stars
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Rooftops echo like a canyon lake
crashing all around me it leaks
thunder growls hard and loud
enough to put fear of god in me
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Lady Liberty hovers over skyline lantern halo,
gravestone manifesto in hand.
that ol lady with iron legs and copper skin
Inferable piping of egalitarian dreamscapes.
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heartbeats in fingertips swallow reason
like a cage with fire smothered by soot
welcome to the grid beyond our dark ages
without a torch and feeling by foot
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The scantena signal of pinnacle prance
pastoral splendor of parlor dance
the nimphs in filmy tunics
wall of stalemate eunichs
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Accordian anchor grows a bulbous blow
My snout to the fronds of an auspicious flow
er, why make scanthills of cheap thrills
molehills out of quickpills
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receptors feeling
for pulse, bludgeon falling waves
a hundred tiny soldier
doves coup in fetish enlightened caves
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The scantalope crest these lusty plains
scouring for juices
for pith for rains
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All I could remember beyond your words
was the augmented serenity of fire
tearing the walls of my virgin soul
oh what a dubious feeling it was.
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As the hacking crescendo
fizzles out to the brimming spring Vesper,
The dried weeds
weaved in birds nests
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krupa could make swiss cheese out of Roach
If he can catch him that is.

Roach is burning in the ash tray
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She rocked me in her arms and sung to me.
Whispering with the gentle rain,
she told me stories of Stollberg and Goethe
drying off their coattails
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The sky wore black
like a burnt out bulb;
silence, DOA lullaby.
a tidal wave of drums.
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