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A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing
They went home and told their wive… that never once in all their lives… had they known a girl like me, But... They went home. They said my house was licking cle…
I note the obvious differences in the human family. Some of us are serious, some thrive on comedy. Some declare their lives are lived
Tears The crystal rags Viscous tatters Of a worn-through soul Moans
We, this people, on a small and lo… Traveling through casual space Past aloof stars, across the way o… To a destination where all signs t… It is possible and imperative that…
Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave
Curtains forcing their will against the wind, children sleep, exchanging dreams with seraphim. The city
When I think about myself, I almost laugh myself to death, My life has been one great big jok… A dance that’s walked A song that’s spoke,
The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fast And folks is smoking anything that… Some people wrap their lies around… And you sit wondering
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since depart… Marked the mastodon, The dinosaur, who left dried token… Of their sojourn here
There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win
One innocent spring your voice meant to me less than tires turning on a distant street. Your name, perhaps spoken,
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since depart… Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry tokens Of their sojourn here
FOR DAVID P—B The eye follows, the land Slips upward, creases down, forms The gentle buttocks of a young Giant. In the nestle,