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| photo by EJR © |
when off to nightly cabaret
required identification processes
spray the gleam
and glam glands
an ironing out
of manic detail-a-rama
cleansing by rough to smooth
volcanic ash brought bought in twos
coffee bean sacks burlap wood crate stacks
of newspapers, tack board and these adverts
painted metal overs
bright charming colors
what hides the knives
in America
I thought ...
the old grist mills
were tongue savvy occupy-ers,
chances taken and
gathered when(s)
happened upon(s)
long for(s)
and the ocean
all carrying
the glow
the waiting death
after gestation, gold, life,
warm mud, silt and time ...
Ican icon i see on no ees i noci
naci nuci lucky few
fingers bent lent crooked
"to the sound of my soul"
saying telomere breakdown
somatic senescence
protein malaise mayonnaise
all in planed sight
entangle tango for everyone ...
salt and arch sugar magic
we garden thoughts
on being, bringing
you love a your love
an ore love or more love
for each other
hand warm
and dirty
flirty a bit
after forty
and bitten
no picture needed
scent bleeds through
vignette-ifyingly
nostalgic zoetropic
a mind frenzies
ten pennies
dark cobblestone-d alleys
what can be macabre fancy
in gas lamps flicker
a sweet allure
sirens
in the unseen
scented angels
devils leaned
living slivered
between
where
wearing bones
bathes
the soul in
r
o
a
n
light
a calendar approach
our pantry fed scents
how we linger
hope inside poem
inside hope
hands tucked
inside our pockets
walking home
in
a cold rain
on towards
where
the Sun goes ...
EJR ©
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