I do. I don’t care.
I can see what that makes me.
All you wouldn’t want.
What Will
Tomorrow I didn’t ache to add
My take
On the sound of falling snow
When I was down I wasn’t determined to describe
My spin
To the din of footsteps dancing
That life lived, I proved to honor
My Maker
With silence, happy silence
Clip
Yes it Is true
We are not the only ones
Wearing damaged front bumpers
Crinkled and crunched
Out of zeal
Loose now, at the edge
Rambling, but hanging on
Let your body write That check
Cry for a Day
Then Stop
No One hopes to hear
Such crashing about
Date With The Devil
O say salted Cap’n
As you steered her out nice
Having stolen the helm
Did your first mate fend all for her own
As you bellowed charter
In the galley that eve’
Did your keen eagle eye keep the course
As your senses took leave
Of pirates you perceived
Did you throw your bounty overboard
.
Out of Ireland
The long ago
Special effects in stereo sound
Uncertain shadows
Epic, brilliant light
Clinging to a courage chair
Sinew-bending chase scenes
Not-so-tender talk
Having lived the book
There was to come the film
flowered girl
Whose hands are these
I look and I cannot tell
Smooth still
Fifteen not fifty
Satiny, long
Smart, undiscovered, strong
One-of-a-kind
And
God-willing, I’ll find
How they’re mine
holy grail
Screened eyes
Peering
What call
Whose melody
Stirred
Thee
Dance now damn you
Do more than search
Sing
Swim
#sleepless @12:38am
In New York I know
It is an hour later
Here there are souls a swayin’ now
Gliding
To White Rabbit, Creeque Alley
Golden oldie Boomer ilk
Some defiant steps
Of a generation
Keeping me awake
But ill-equipped to face Monday Monday
Day In
Find me
Stranger
In your
Saunter
Wherewith deliberate
Speed
No
Sliver
Of glass
No
Shade
Of grey
No
Shadows
Of soft introduction
Shapeshifting
The way
Between us
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