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A Poem by Vol
Berserker.
Unrestrained.
Grinning.
Do
I look like the kind of man
who
would let guilt ride his neck
like
a monkey?
Or
pity t..
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A Poem by Vol
If there is such a thing as
time,
I have often thought
it
must be like a book,
every
page an infinitely thin
slice
of eternity, static, w..
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A Poem by Vol
I took
all the girls to Jackson Falls
on
the Natchez Trace;
it’s
a comfortable ride on the motorbike.
Lush
trees line the clif..
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A Poem by Vol
It is eleven thirty in the
morning
and the coffee has been good,
but
I haven’t eaten a thing, and
now
it’s tim..
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A Poem by Vol
Oh, baby!your heuristic heartbeatpumps hot pulses downmy long, sensuous wires,and do such electric thingsto my transistorsyou make my lensroll back in..
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A Poem by Vol
The conversation rolls in
like
the moon's red shoulder
between
those two hills.
"You're
getting old.”
“I
know, and ever..
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A Poem by Vol
Dinner
was formal at home.
Every
night.
Forks
on the left,
knives
and spoons on the right,
my
father at the head of the table.
It..
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A Poem by Vol
Sometimes
you just hit it.
You
get to see things past words,
like
riding through a living
tunnel
of
leaves held up by black boles
when..
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A Poem by Vol
In the
garden of rock and roll girls
I
knew back then
were
the eyes of innocent laughter
ripe
for the gathering.
The
taste of living ..
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A Poem by Vol
Little
did we know
how
deep the water,
Claudia,
Adrianne, Joe, and I,
we
on the precipice,
preparing
for the dive
of
our lives.
We
lept..
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