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I need to be talked down to, talked atCoy
One Spring sing-song day
I took a risk
I lit a match
I set them words on fire, yeah!
Crazy wasn’t my friend then
But I’m swimmin’ in it now, boy!
It was absolutely Spring
I’d remembered what she said
Sunflower Revolution
Who does the wind think it is?
Provoking
Dog barkings
Promoting
Heart havings
When will change not want its way?
Down playing
Naysaying
Up lifting
Day claiming
The Architects
Our table, looks like life got solved here
Messy
Pretty life
The time we had….
Our table, looks like love was made here
Real
Hungry love
The time we had!
Location: Frank Lloyd Wright Home and Studio; Oak Park, Illinois
Define Alone
We are alone, but looking less alone these days, these nights
A bit oxidized, without a second pair O’ eyes to tend to things too
And of gardens, flowers and florals seem to be in season into perpetuity
Libraries, are we, arent we?
May our posterity, should they someday see it so, pity us none
Charged
“Why’s she so aftaid?” asked Red
“To punch life in the teeth?” thought White
“No, no, no, no, no,” said Blue, “To just back down, knowing she’d forget!”
The Nile
What
I’m thinking
You already know
This
I already know
What
You’re thinking
What
You’re wishing away
I already denied
This
You already denied
What
I wish away
Given all we think
And
What we know
Despite all we wish
And
What we deny
I cost too much
Stripes
We share Little in common
The Monk and Me
Soft, furtive early risers
Though grounded, I, facing West,
Facing East, He
And dining together, I linger
Dashes, He
Little Green Space we share, we
Outgunned
Is the night all that big
Or does it simply seem as such?
Is it the days, desperate
Cloudbanks looming in the East
That force away any silver-lining hopes?
Is there quiet solace anyplace?
At All
How long’s it been, baby
Since a wind came to your window
A breeze of the bilowy sort
And though it arrived loud
Quieted you?
How many days, mama
The fog, it clogged your lungs
A freedive into the depths
And through its grey unknown
Empowered you?
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