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He closed his eyes and said, "a flying dream, please."

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Fajitas for a fatman

Love for the loveless

Why are her eyes so blue?

Why am I not in Nice

Other than my own

Self-imposed fatwa

in my dreams

i fall in love
i fight fires
i hear strange and beautiful music
i laugh
i fear for my life
i see people long forgotten
and those i've never met
there are places
often visited
and vistas beyond imagination
i feel touched by kindness
angered by injustice
i am rich
i stuggle to survive
i witness death
i defy gravity
i cry at immense sadness
i live lives not mine

and

sometimes

in the morning

i awaken
to something

even more wonderful

THIS
IS NOTHING MORE
THAN AN EXPLORATION OF COLOR
A CONTINUATION OF SOMETHING REMEMBERED
AN ENDING OF SOMETHING SOON TO BE FORGOTTEN
THIS
IS NOTHING MORE
THAN A DABBLING IN SUBTLE SHADES OF MEANING


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reciprocity failure is the straining of light against dark
of that moment when almost nothing can develop
a grasping at the few photons that remain
of the tiny fading embers of electromagnetic vibration
of that infinitely mysterious thing
called life




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children

on the steps of time













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fire


He built this fire with wood from a tree from a forest far from here, from a living thing that grew from a seed that dropped from a flying creature another time another moment before the setting of the sun and the spinning of the moon. He built this fire from sweat and memory, from waking moment and forgotten feeling. He turned this cold night into warmth and heaven and the human heart.

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She could ride a motorcycle

she could shoot a gun

she could tap out morse code on her teeth

with a bowie knife

this was one

one hell of a woman boys

SHE could

wear a pair of jeans

like they wasn't there

like it was meant to be

blue walkin' away from you

She could take that heart of yours

make it feel like something

or nothing

depending upon her mood

this was one

one hell of a woman

this

this was one in a million, boys

she was

one

in a million

.

p a i n t i n g w i t h d o t s

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DOTS . . .

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This is a photograph of the color of her eyes.

This is a reflection of the moments come and gone.

Say goodbye.

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