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Fireflies

Night’s long pages
Unfurl unread unspent
Words bullets in the
Breech
Too long now
Grass underfoot
City dust settled
Steam work heart run dry
Eyes like lit
Cigarettes

Hands shape smoke
Butterfly cancer caution
Flutter by
Breathing thing dreams
Neon jazz rapture
Street prophet screams
End is near
Thirty silver peace
Buys me hammered
Nails

Singing to the River
Foghorn voice rust and
Whiskey gold
Bucket kicking bluesman
Cometh
Bending sticks of tea
For the good boys
Glitter girls
Sorting gutter glass
Looking for their star

Words like fireflies
Spent match prophecy
Old Scratch offers jollies
Oilslick eyes above
Toothpick grin
Bleeds the poet
Thorny works rapt
City lights die our
Setting sun
Graveyard gear shift

City falls away
Sinking ship
Headlamps blow out
Warm summer winds
Soft fields
Fireflies

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On Friday September 14th, 2007, Sin (1642) writes:

its like short bursts of intense visual and audio stimulation..the choppiness adding to the whole feel...its so nice to come back to this site after not really being here for awhile and read things that move, inspire, and jumpstart the brain, bravo ~krist

On Sunday September 2nd, 2007, What Limes (176) writes:

I wish I cou;d write like this sometimes... this is one of them.

On Monday August 27th, 2007, Mab (1028) writes:

I never know what to say after reading your work!I love the brevity...your metaphoric words carry much weight and come alive as I read them...I feel you.

On Sunday August 26th, 2007, saintedmad (1154) writes:

i love the links between visuals you so easily create, these wordramblings which really arnet rmablings but seem to take the reader off to another plane.t. . .somehow more real that way. .. 'headlamps blow out' 'city light die our setting sun'

On Sunday August 26th, 2007, saintedmad (1154) writes:

'bucket kicking bluesman cometh'-- -you ahve this everpresent prophetic tone about you... and the allusions to that voice are starkly clear in this write --egads, youa re something, else . nessa

On Sunday August 26th, 2007, The Zebra Warrior (2414) writes:

it's like reading words backwards sometimes...or that sound a vocal maks when the record plays backwards even...quirky, offbeat. Captivating, evocative...very good

On Sunday August 26th, 2007, saintedmad (1154) writes:

Col, are you STILL playing vinyls backwards?? egads :}

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