Zane Gilley Biography

It hung there, dormant stirred by only wind,
A barely twisting nod, the greeting swing.
And armed by one with ivy loose entwined,
It torqued awaiting, someone or something.
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When the proverbial
has become
a sanguine languish,
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The barrels burn the unpaid fines, yesterday's news,
and fast food wrappers, licked clean to warm the fingerless
gloves that stray too close to the fire and too far
from the identity of a brown bag store.
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Erected high on sun white sand
Are fantastic golden castles
Made to order by dreaming architects.
Now we shall dance together
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When johns with shriveled egos come to find
That paid relationships oft further bring
Despair and lonely apathy to mind,
The pricks of love administer their sting.
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