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GeorgeFlow
riot, your foot
is the language
on my throat
silent boots beat
in rhythmic chant
fuck the po:
re: lice, magots
we’ll be by morning
fuck the po:lice
whose beats steal
our, i can’t breathe, of
the silent. gone
fuck the po:
avenge
the Flo:
yd id id id
let go the ego
flow floyd flow
let go the ego
george george
flow george flow
…
WHEN
when i miss you most
again pink the close of the day
when You are not here
morning close of night
as if it contained you me
too see mourning with
as she well knew
shivers of memory like chills from death, life, love
As she well knew,
the big and the small weigh the same.”
As She well knew
The Big
And The Small
both knew too
feel the rain on your skin
touch the sky to the
flame flickers a candle
water pounding splashes
how much to move mountains?
just a half inch more over
some measurement of minutes
and if only we could really sense
shifts in time when earth and sky
come together in one huge mass
a deluge of mud rock rain cold wet
Still Pink The Sky
still pink with morning
a pair of mallards wing over
high damn that crow
came in just as fast
making its target a
nest of small songs
yet to come, hatch
whathaveyou it will
never be exactly the
same way twice, love
nomatterwhat you do
What I dreamt, what I have
I dreamt that you only
Sit next to me on the bench
On that far corner in park
But look what I have now
You are lying in my arms.
I’m sore deep stretches
yoga is good in a group
and what i said – – –
wanting something un-
known, totally different
culturally, physically, e-
motion, tunnels. goats
dark chocolate residue
in the bottom of my
coffee, oily from
your skin, like
you make me,
lick it
take me, feed me more
mostly it’s an open mind
tasting someone new
need like The Moon pulls
at the swell, bulging in
hips like the oceans be
drawn in, she gasps and
wants to hear his name
say it to me, then mine
want to hear your voice,
hungry like The wolf,
call, come make me cry
THE MOON
The Moon laps a la Mer
Tasting the vintage
Wine of her Earth
O Mer! Oui declare
It tastes of The Sky
Lay Upon This
The sun waking up in the clouds
look! it has come but still one
can see throbbing, undulating
internal organs – the sun’s
heat and pink skin too sky a
why oh why evoking tears
the way it lightly, ever so slowly
touched the bottom of each
so tiny many cumulus
just yet painful beauty
for such potential lay
upon this new day
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