Mark Money Poems

at home in her highrise
she's intentionally vague
about what time she goes to bed.
imagery spills out in the darkness:
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picking my way 'neath a murky moon
winding around the shapes and shadows
past dreams i could have bought on the cheap.
i hear some words i don't understand
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she said 'think it over'
so i did.
and i think it's over.
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Don Marquis said it:

'classical music is music that threatens every other bar to develop a tune, and then disappoints you.'
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the storm clouds have scudded across north.
i pull the covers over me and sleep
unafraid that thunder will find me.
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3: 01a.m.
i snap off the light
and lie on my side in the oversized bed.
sleep won't come i've had so much rest
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unstable as driftwood
blinded by her beauty
i have no choice but to travel the dog winds.
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She was like asbestos;
Sure, she was fireproof, but she took my breath away.
I had to limit my exposure.
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sometimes there’s a breath
of perfume in the air
it lays low
waiting for movement to stir it up
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