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I touch your body,
With fingertips that see you,
When my eyes are closed.
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Poor brain, insane,
Full tilt today,
Who to pray for, who to do for,
Where to go, what to think,
What to say.
No news is good news,
Shots, bombs..
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I looked for you,
In the empty lines of my notebook,
Between the blanks of my days and my nights,
Amid the sharps and flats of my existence,
But y..
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What conjure are dreams,
That arrive unexpected and beguile
With faces remembered
Or forgotten,
With places remembered
Or forgotten,
Flying thro..
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Rabbit holes being what they are,
It had not crossed my mind thus far,
To fall, to fall, to make escape,
To drop into a new landscape.
But think..
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In the street in front of their houses,
Two small girls talked happily with each other.
They smiled and bent their heads close together.
The bright..
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Death tolls rise again.
Too much blood flows. Too few friends.
Ask, if not now,....When?
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Run free, bark, swim, chase
Balls, sticks, birds, sunbeams, squirrels,
This, a true dog's life!
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Frank, Tony and Ella,
Slaying the scales
From
Soaring, How High is the Sky notes,
To
Deep, Old Man River bass notes,
From
Skylark, Smile-filled..
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Bronx dialect...No relationship to the movie of the same name, unfortunately!- ha!
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