DENNIS LONG Poems

the flow of impulse
(heart is soul, united mind)
thought is a fantastically
unreliable show
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hot air rises
cold flows through maps
continents depicted
oceans as if we owned them
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the suicide of whales
a friendly porpoise
are beds seas?
are lovers fish?
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The days belong with the hours
The minutes belong to forever.
My body is in a whiskey glass
My heart belongs to never
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