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naked in a chair

the break of day never saw a more perfect stranger

eyes stagger casual along the long horizon
i thought you'd never have a recollection
actuating the break of what is and what gives
walking
a picture of remembering the searing kiss

lucifer looks over the dawn
cracker-jack (prizes)
i want none of that
so by then i'll be gone

to waste away therein lies the truest danger

and what are the ways that every man's infinite
mind will wreck the head
and where are the boys that had expected to be men
saturating the dreams of what is and what gives
walking
every way that is the other

i always wished i was strong
but none of that
would save the fact
that i want to walk away

galvanized hooks to hang up your dreams
turn-coat masochists
and shades of green
every fig a fantasy
every fantasy lean

"tell me about yourself" she said
he sighed and began to sing

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On Sunday May 14th, 2006, Ainsof (1729) writes:

haHA! that is it..."walking every way that is the other" what a great expression, rivaled only by "galvanized hooks to hang up your dreams... every fig a fantasy every fantasy lean" magnificent!

On Sunday October 2nd, 2005, Nadir (631) writes:

I can fill a room with the atmosphere, or reach and take bits in hand. Actualy the atmosphere you create is ever present. It is very intriguing to read,

On Sunday October 2nd, 2005, Nadir (631) writes:

your poetry to me is like trying to recall a dream, you know it is in memory somewhere and in bright colors, but everything seems to fade just befor you get a clear picture of it.

On Sunday October 2nd, 2005, Nadir (631) writes:

All you got is the feeling. That and I allways seem to think I am looking through a multicolored window in time and space watching what you are writting about. Every time I read you, it is like the Jonas mark ro me ^^ the window

On Thursday September 22nd, 2005, Bast (1007) writes:

i can't seem to write the comment i feel in my heart... i can't put it in words. this is a beautiful poem, and i feel it in a wordless, understanding sort of way.

On Wednesday September 21st, 2005, Bakkhus Unbound (1119) writes:

"walking every way that is the other" Love the speculative feel/flow in this one; off-beat beats twisting reflectively w/ a subtle walking bass rhythm. Pure beat. 'And I was standin' on the side of the road Rain fallin' on my shoes' (a little bit...

On Wednesday September 21st, 2005, Brenya Rose (190) writes:

I kind of drifted along your words until the last stanza grabbed me and shook me out of your woven trance. I adored this piece.

On Tuesday September 20th, 2005, elisa (1988) writes:

once i find myself standing on a one dimensional-flat- board game, i know it's time to walk the plank.......if that makes any sense...not only are most people broken records but they're warped wrong and they make an ugly sound.

On Tuesday September 20th, 2005, urbanhumility (1325) writes:

intrinsic to your nature my friend......your life is well documented by fine words and even finer imagery.......well done my pescado.....well done..............urban

On Tuesday September 20th, 2005, An Expired Member (58) writes:

for some reason this is very nostalgic. i like this. its almost as if it were a memory i never had...

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