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The Bite Of Eden (Mowing the Lawn) I lived in a tiny world of Australia, through the riverbeds and tight tropical climate of dusty terrains and..

I have a small ball in my right hand For I type with my left And there is no middle But the round contours that solidify Stalling, I scratch m..

Some of this and some of that Dirt with purpose. Flowers without grain Do presuppose a lonely ticket With such an open train If words say what..

Refrain not the habit, the mere alarm clock Addressing the deliriums of the day …Age down with the beat of a drum Its taste grows lonely..

Drunken verse Assemblies and lines thus the words fall for sell and for victory. The memory bank is looking down the barrel to justify and just ..

Drunk I think it is better this way, Feeding on sleep And the nuances of the dead, Besides I dream with them. On the slippery floor, I mea..

Animal mind Dreams of the Gazelle, I think you are doing fine, away from home But don’t stall, just run and jump, After all, you are an a..

Dreams Till time I shall part The cold wind breathes, withers and whispers my name Till eternity I shall dwell Ere upon natures repose, for the..

Desire’s full communion On a paged window Patterned styles of thirsty men Forget the clergy and the age of reason The liaisons of perfec..

The feeling of the highway The passing of where they go I do not know For the feel of the time I do recline in the secret Rabbit chasing is not..