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in two suns-- bodies mingle fingertips span the distance. suzerain truth, might and word as one. apotheosis by the vision, and stored in eve..

holy god. not so not so yoda, monochrome ...peach-pink p***y ...beach lit cig ...one eye wandering. i know where these thoughts collect ..

a corner guitar slips into the wall. haze-- a shade purple, blackberry and juniper. mix like ice-cream flavours scenting the nose. you bury m..

deep in the wood a caravan wrestles with some eager overgrowth, while, so gently, I stroke the pliant tool-- a spanner, made from steel fa..

today-- new job, sparkling like an island. ----- stocking shelves. picking fruit, shelving it. dog-food, shelving. sweating a bit. each ..

In the sand-- legs, head toes. fiddling with broken bits of glass, and stringing rope from a branch for the coming season, winter. hang..

there's a dead man sprawled on the river bed. soaking in the scene; small oppurtunity afforded me, i fish his pockets for a pen. found one, cool..

Mostly a Pink Floyd tribute, as well as being an expirement on writing itself.

deaf lion-- can't hear the musik through the trees, the oodles, noodles; the c**k caw of Mother Dark sparking Tuesday into Wednesday..

fishing with a saxophone, curving jazz like a spine breathing this in-out line in-out, breathless. death. float on the water, fish nibble m..