Kevin Mireles

I tremble when I think 
of all the pretty wild flowers 
beyond my window pane.
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I believe I sense
a growing depression
upon my consciousness.
It is forming an imprint
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Mannish boy
gonna be alright.

Blues guitar
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Suddenly her words
makes a lot of sense.
Life is about
dollars and cents.
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Freedom and love meet together in her eyes,
a fluttering elegance in a whimsical wind.

Expanding wings of soaring insight,
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Sunday coffee alongside
a crowded collection
of newspaper conversations.
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They say its consciousness,
or coincidence.
I say its consequence,
that will be our deliverance,
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Me gusta tu amor,
cuando me lo das simple.
cuando complicas cosas,
El situación se parece tonto.
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Foundational wisdom
warped by philosophical prose.
Four corners of a square
define the true limits of the soul.
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I hate her. I hate her!
I fucking loathe her!
Such a disrespectful
antidepressant
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Palm to Palm, pray your
frantic mind escapes the
HonK! hONk! HONK!
traffic jam honky tonk.
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Ambrosial oils drip, slippery turns,
on every tight curve of her succulent silhouette.
Hips press softly against my wandering fingertips.
Thigh-high stockings send sensations of thickness,
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What's it all worth?
Some may say
its worthless.
Others, priceless.
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Don't you think
I know?
That my life
is going nowhere.
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Fuego, fuego.
Words burn to ash
then are born again.
Like dandelion flower-beds
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On juju-bead stages,
tangerine girls in sizzling
see-thru lace dance elegantly 
under neon lights.
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I am water!
I move and flow with
every hate you spill,
every curse you spell.
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Don't you think I know?

My life is going nowhere,
comparable to a parable
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Ready to impress.
Something new.
Something fresh.
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It's all the same.
Ain't no turnaround for this kid right now
Because the depth of darkness overshadows me.
And inside my spirit I can't seem to find
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