Category Archives: love

Becoming

After we have so often joined and been joined over the years and over the bridge and under it we become composed dated and decorated by shapes and details from folding and fitting from gasping and laxing and the language … Continue reading

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Take My Pulse

  Take a look at my national principle wherever one man one woman lie in the blessed bosom of Django on the pillow of harmony humbling the single note the single wayfarer on the way down the river or the … Continue reading

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Tides

Not many men know the tides too strenuous for bony hands they spread themselves across time like men throw blankets of fad and folly across the undercurrents of politics. Not many men know the tides of war or money though … Continue reading

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The Future’s Nutty Gauntlet

  I was listening to blues of Mike & Paul Muddy & Jimmy and predecessors I was taken aback all the way to Africa I hollered at the sand to echolocate the water turning into an avalanche of low-level love … Continue reading

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How Does It Happen

[A] Instantly older in your possession more like myself than without you. Then again younger how does that happen that you make me feel crazy real? [B] Standing sitting flat on the floor contradictions come into focus without keeping score. … Continue reading

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Open

I will ever be present bring yourself that’s all wake and feel the other side of the bed filled and know your eyes will always open to me. Don’t want to be a cliche but I’m a flower open. Our … Continue reading

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Blanketed in Confetti

  The bald and bearded ocean cannot be traveled the way I am accustomed to traveling dragged by boots so I flew. A symphony composed itself in me as I couldn’t keep up not crushed but I was held close … Continue reading

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