delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it......... Poems

me
your axe....
I've
shown you
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Aurora Borealis...
Susan Butcher in the sky
with all her dogs
and all the love...
...

finally hit Wyoming, dining within blue walls of sky
sharing livers with hunters of the innerspaces
as illustrated by wall-less plains and speckled streams...
latter-day icons,
...

the one with rose petal breath
I don't wanna eat him
and you must know someone who does
I say this with no reservations...high-fence or otherwise
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I can't drive over the last hill
without feeling your head in my lap,
hearing your easeful sigh, knowing we were almost home...
my hands remember
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I must have your toeless boot
do we not share a great-great grandfather
as starcrossed as David and as bloodied as a lamb?
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the vehicle's manifold has integrity
the mechanic h'mmmm
would that
should manifest
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cousins Willy and Nilly
now live with me
...they could no longer stay
in the frangifrum tree...
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requiring a size AAA shoe....
and a wrybill overhead.....
and, apparently....one that does not seem fit to print '>)
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