Archive for October, 2011
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I can feel it slipping away from me-
the MANA, and the MANNA
try to rub it back into my skin
in hope that it will stay
It comes breathing from me,
Carbonizes
naked in the moment
insurmountable in its effect
Flatline-
the electrical current
Once quivering in my making
dispersed elsewhere, gone.
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The lonely dance, the dreams
A wonderful place to meet
The vignette-lit sidestreets
of this dusty city, rattling tram
Barefoot, stilettos in hand
Broken bottle glass, wine glass,
I forget now
Not enough fingers to count
Searching for the red door
Although still red, not sure anymore
We climbed those stairs
Many a time long-before
The hard slug, the side-sway
And then the complex delight
We hankered down, grimy
and emerged in the Sunlight.
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