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Purple Dusk Of Twilight Time
The spent-fortune of the few who loved,
a catechism of archaic thigh & position:
Drinking from their breasts the rich glow of origin
in forbearance—once abundant along the shores
80's Child
When that music hits all eyes swarm
Who is this girl kickin’ it
To the beat right on time
Leg warmered shins flyin’
A No-Show Drive-In
they come to my house,
passionate lovers;
have not quite turned the cusp to manhood
—with great heads of hair
40 Oz To Conformity
“Rat tat tat, ” storm winds at your door,
Harmonies of nature
Parade across the floor
Valiant in this
Fashion Focus Artist (With A Sense Of Humor)
I was photographed once
at a coffee shop—
completely unaware;
Ballerina Hues: Haiku
i won't second-guess
why rose-leaves die of grieving:
He Said He Went Sailing
A moth beats in time with a ship’s wake in the distance
while a staring contest takes place between a squirrel &
a girl vicinal, as the rodent nibbles on his breakfast nuts;
I’m lighting down a cigarette—first I’ve had in months.
Dancer's Will
To run up the steps with my pink ballet bag,
Beset, Reset
And listen to Antony & the Johnsons while sunning,
I reach down and slide my pants beneath the curve of my bum
and let the warm light spread over the small roundness—

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