Oliver Rodriguez

I didn’t really know her; we sat and we talked.
I didn’t know really about her.
I didn’t know her, really.
So I told her my life-story.
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Frisk the glass like fish,
Unfurl the web of the window.

While the wind shimmies,
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Slipping through a courtyard path on a whim
Of spontaneity and pizzazz,
An after-dinner treat to delight the soul in delightful soul and jazz
That leaks and curls around town like the smock around her knees
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Shooting upon the back of the shimmering stallion
That careens into the wilderness,
A tropical technological mechanical
Amalgamation.
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Somewhere, a noise is heard.
Silenced outbursts contained and allowed.
A dog’s freedom of speech,
Hounding the silence with a pounding heart.
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