David Tallman

Flames boogie to send scorching air
up into rounding cloth.
Two feet find themselves firmly lodged
against a wobbly wicker floor.
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We are all glue, holding these letters together
U and S and A.
We all play are part, however we choose
to serve in our own way
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Hands wrapped clumsily around youthful waists
Eyes twinkling, lips tremble uncertain
Fingertips twirling sun drenched strands around
Hips are weaving back and then forth again
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In a cold garage where lo’ the demons dance
Lay the wilted hand of man who never had a chance
Four horsemen trot encircl’ng, they sing a sooth’ng song
Jim, Jack, Jose, and Johnny abide to play along
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Memories grow with time
not in volume, but in strength.
The early ones, like you soaked and barefoot by my side
and me slowly stroking the strings of a guitar.
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It is better to burn out than to fade away…
-Kurt Cobain

Sullen hands grace the end of a cigarette
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Soft hands wrap around a black remote
flickering on a small silver box,
bringing pictures of far off lands life.
He sees them and he knows.
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Six men wilted over with heavy grunts
escaping their lips as worn boots
grind against volcanic sand.
Makeshift pole is slumped on shoulders
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Margaritas loaded heavy with Montezuma almost overflowing
in solo cups that clash together like soldiers
rushing trenches, marching closer to the ends
of books and beers and the beginning
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Masses blend into the woodlands as young men lay scattered
In green, as sweat shimmers on foreheads
And bodies cringe with desire for the cool relief
Of damp rags pressed lightly upon their foreheads
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Cruising down the road with sunshine on our minds
Windows tucked away inside doors that reflected open roads
Our hands danced in the breeze as we clung tightly
To cigarettes and childhood memories
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Beds made neatly with green blankets
Line the large concrete room like trees
We huddle in a green mass in the middle
Of the concrete jungle we currently reside in
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Grey skies come rolling overhead
As raindrops tumble towards the ground
The thunder rolls and lightning strikes
And his heart is a silent sound
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Let the words flow backwards to lips
And ink back into the pen
Do not let minds wander beaten paths
While eyes search endless oceans
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