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the long gone blur of a sped up daydream.
bones banging drum and birds screaming in the sun.
the pace is now an extension amplified...
echoing technology, writhing on the forest floor.
handfulls of sand collected, rivers extracted.
vomiting the organs to feed them.
hunger hunger hunger
heart, liver spleen...
sparkling in the twinkle of the midday glow.
filtered through the leaves and reflected off of shards of glass...
...the light seems more gentle.

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You are some long gone memory that I question.
I know that there is no way my father would listen to Metallica, but I
remember those nights in the Catskills.
Driving through the mountains hearing "Unforgiven" on the radio.
Chewing the prized stick of bubble gum from my Garbage Pail Kid cards
and thinking
that the stars were lonely while I looked up at them from my back.

An island off the coast of heaven pt.4

You- armful of bangles, camel lights and a smile
Me- tattered button down, beard for days

It was a moment at the bar.
I was drunk and bought you a Jager shot.
You were drunk and belted out the chorus of "country roads"
Then ran away…

Placing an "I saw you" in the local paper
Is like playing the lottery.
You try
And you try
And at what point do you stop hoping that the person you're searching for
Is reading the paper?
It's an endless desire.

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The never bending missile crisis
Sweetheart flowers that are driving you where?
Father, father…in the back yard building.
Building a shelter.
Deep in the basement.
Follow the path to the back yard.
One time more was a forgotten crock of butter on the steps and in the
corner...a cask of red.

air is moderately enjoyable breath

Silver flat and that's the way
Uh huh uh huh
He likes it.
Pressing against the re-circulated sky, the air is grossly inept at being itself.

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When I'm back on sweet lemongrass, you will know.
Wooden slats cradle the spine of love.
That's when we pretended and ate a lot of red licorice.
Granola and banilla yogurt…
Tangled up like some kelp.
We kept the heat up and the window open.
Tomorrow we will go to church.

Kerry

Polka dance
New dress
And your grandpa
Is getting out the records
And your grandma
Is in the kitchen making cabbage.

i'll light the fire while you....

And this was the thing that kept me going in a way that expired.

Exploration and expectation
Of baby carriage in the basement filled with 45s and dust.
No babies…painted pink bathroom.
Polynesian delight the blinds were.
Filled with spiders and trophies.
There were grow lights and little trees that lined concrete freezer
burned treats.
I lived in this place, drums on the steps…
I lived in this place, broken fish tank…
I lived in this place, longest couch…
The door didn't really close and I don't think the clothes
ever really got dry.
I went to the top of the steps to tell you that in the event of a
snowstorm, I will show you where we keep the shovel and salt.
He had a little bowl he kicked around with foot of painted toe.
We had a trellis knocked over by the breeze.
There were old tires blossoming up from the dampest grass that held a
little girls artificial dreams of being a mother.
Christmas lights, wasp's nest, grapes on the vine, the taste of hose
water, fire wood, cauldron.
Dusty breath Lego set on the steps that are sparkled with shiny dust
-dusty holes in the wood.
Generations of throw back delight.
A treasure measured at an approximate 160 by 90 feet…too immense for
little fingers to pick apart.
Blue carpet silk floral arrangement…
Screen door, fake green grass carpet, precarious white cat, yellow
table, pancakes.
Trees shake and whither while we point out shapes and familiar faces in the branches with cheeks the color of the night sky.
The air smells so fresh and sweet,it settles in the nostrils and activates newborn nostalgia...weeping with it's first breath that it breathes onto us.
Tall hallway, glass door, lace curtain, cold vestibule, mysterious door.
"If at home you do not find us, leave a note that will remind us"
Mint chocolate chip green and yew berry tall, hard gray steps, walk
past a field of peonies.
Up the drive to the trellis knocked over by the breeze.