Guest guest Posted October 4, 2005 Report Share Posted October 4, 2005 it's all lucious dreams, inherently starlight and puppy dog toes a walk in the district of no-mans land, hidden in the flavour of a flamenco dancer, walk with me Mr. Moonbeam, hide from me the vastness of a misbegotten apple seed, right me on this clipper ship before I fall overboard and run out of words that spill in the piles of bones, the drumming is echoing in the usual spaces in my head, the sounds carry me over and I run from my fields of vision, poppies are sailing away in the arms of the wind and outrageous fortune smiles at the dividend, here well-placed and heeded truncated and replicated I abated a dismal satisfaction you guaranteed and we walked away in silence. a lucid memory ar Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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