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seasons of weather.

whether its slow or fast. its coming like a resonating sound.

the mosquitoes are large.

take out the Spanish blankets. I'm listening for the splish-splash of Christmas lit fish. the moonlight on the bronze forehead of Columbus. the drunk beggars hanging out their hands.

write me one word poems tired eyed in Jack Kerouac alley. I'm getting my visa.

i am gone.

falling in love everywhere i can. helpless like the sun that never sets on the ocean and eclipses the clocks. holding callused hands on the docks, rats in the cobblestone streets, bats going mad in everyone's hair. conserving our jungles of toucans and tigers.

listing our favors. on the ingredients of wine and beauty queens.

Published by :dr_beauzin 2007-09-02 00:49:57.0