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Gentle Descent of Finger and Thumb

Here I sit swollen foot on the floor I only figured out today the descent of inspiration into syncopated brick and mortar of gentle finger counting. In 1971 I realized blues freedom. In 1981 I was securely destitute. In 1991 … Continue reading

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Once In a While We Are

Once in a while we are back in the single day when the boisterous beginning is playing not working when the middle comes knocking and the dog strays the cat when the latter days rattle and shake like the dice … Continue reading

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Death of Assumption

[A] There comes a sudden moment in the cycle of social evolution when the obvious shuts the mouth of the freight train on the wrong track and the old clickety-clack syncopates and escalates into death of assumption. [B] I got … Continue reading

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The Ring in the Ground

  When a tree gets removed everyone knows where it was and may be again. A harbor is never proud of its boats or ashamed of sudden storms. Suddenly stopping an always followed tendency to lurch may break the back. … Continue reading

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Revelation Revolution

  I am in a conversation with non-talkers wondering why they’re so misunderstood. They habitually stay in contact although their voices are smothered under pillows of suppression. I am staring like a seeker in the cellar square outside, square in … Continue reading

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Charmed Mouth Full

A wish given its rein a cell entered into a strain wholly lived a cup round as sin. From morning to mountain between jaws of song what you never knew you hankered for rises strong. In the dictionary under H … 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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