Fernando Ayala Poems

We all are artists

painting our dreams
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Why don't we go

thru the motions
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if i could freeze

all your worries
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my yellowbells spoke with me today

fresh from a pogrom with the bermuda grass
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would that you had not come

and undone several year's work
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seeming sameness
as i trudge down
this brown dusty road
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recollections of who we were

floating against the wall
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here I am at the cusp

of kings and fools
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surrounded by
electronic susurrations

we talk
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there are tears

in the nooks and crannies
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