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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
Still Pink 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
The Rain
The Rain
i wrote last night
sounds splatter broke by
car tires and chirps
soaked, i said wet, so
so, where is the
rain subsides – comes
and goes, comes again
You, The Rain, me
Cold. and i see us
Do you not think? and
That, that you sent
splattering
J’y vois plus clair dans mon jeu.
Light moves across the cathedral floor.
The hand beside the hole – just
one frame – wild flowers in
magnified technicolor, our art
won’t you please make, love
too me, avec vous, moi you
c’mon, baby
i want, too, feel you dancing
in the purple pain it will cause now i must get up and run – run – run fuck, me
it’s like instead of love, you say fuck,
then sign off.
fuck,
me
Now, tout suite, bien sur, it is me:
i am back for you, won’t you please?
i ain’t no fro fromage , you
all of it, art.
share with me, love
LOVE is e TOMB OF TEARS
love is missing – like some
code word for forever sad
too bad addiction takes many
love is giving – i to you too
me and how we burst
sun-like running blinded
through golden fields
we fall, elated, laughing
come closer, silly, she says
grabbing his butt as he lays
her, kissing where
are we?
yes. he says it all serious, tears
coming from his eye love you
too, she squeaks out from
under his hand goes down
kissing her deeper, feeling
her depths, layers of moist
clean and long he she closes
her eyes, squeezing him tight
TOMB OF TEARS
atonement
making amends
for yourselfish
w the
everything
she is
love
Be Pink The Sky Now
there is one star left
centered above the giant wonkey pine
it flickers like the furnace just coming
on rattling sounds paper walls
i doze again and it is almost gone
so good were the stars this night
i tried to stay awake watching long
long enough to see one shoot or fall
touching the tip of the pointed branch
maybe it will rim the curve, no
now its as if in the middle of a glass
almost gone, drank, headache holiday parties
imagine it blind, i cry, don’t leave
stay hanging in The Sky for
ever lasting light and tiny pricks
all the connection and how it feels
losing our senses, gaining a new
like nothing we have ever known
type of touch that could never be
before love before loss be
pink the sky now
Singing in The
let me make you cry
i want too to
see you dancing
in your underwear
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