Six Years and a Day
Spots of camouflage float
like funny bones and fire
hoses still float like cobras
today, yesterday, and tomorrow
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- I sail beyond a crystal seaand they still ask what...
- In those momentswhen, pirate like,my soul captures...
- BipolarThe lull of ancient drums,the placewhere ev...
- And roots do grow againrememberingthe clay with bo...
- Alive, around, ona road over the mountainSo there!...
- The latch key is--humans being humans--so starch t...
- With grace, beauty,my panther leapsaround his moun...
- Let her travel,let the cool sunfollow her. She wil...
- It'd still the sunthough yesterdayit began orangin...
- My belly fat as the oneon my Buddha statuteor it's...
- Stuck in September.knowing that I'll never know,we...
- Copper daysshiny as new penniesthis September purs...
- Septembers' leaves fall gentlynot so Octobers'with...
- Love,like the hummingbird,sometimes flies backward...
- Accidently broke my Mom'sorange cup--it was her fa...
- Pay your coin,sit quickly downthe ferryman givesa ...
- Six Years and a DaySpots of camouflage floatlike f...
- 9/11There is no lightthere is nothingso awaken dar...
- The so silent phoneis writing a poemguided only by...
- Leaving pansies out in front,I shop for clouds, li...
- Trick or TreatersTurnips resting in winter,the min...
- Green the HibiscusLabia hides their pinknessWhoops...
- Cool September sunyou will still rise in the eastw...
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