Monthly Archives: October 2012

The Curious See

Streams of light continue understood – of life and before. The curious see. People know – they don’t talk. The stars tell all at five in the morning. They show the end and the beginning. Constant beam, to me, to you … Continue reading

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Posted in Albert Camus, alcohol, beat, cohen, dreams, love, music, beat poetry, jack kerouac, Jacques Prevert

America the Beautiful (a second look)

… the beginning. With purpled haze and showered stars, the crowds heaved toward heaven, and bared their chests, with savage eyes that screamed alarms, who played with notes and placed hypnotic words, into colors embracing their nightly rage. I dreamed … Continue reading

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Winter Scents a Kill

Little urges and somber fears – play outs across the cage. Yes this, and maybe that; my snorts of owl-packed – a dream. Hardly wise. The eaten crawl and rub my skin, panting chords – such rhythms. A dream to toasts … Continue reading

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Dip Your Hair in Me

She swirls her fingers along the straw and draws, the puddles among the shapes; the foolishness whose strings don’t attach. Her hair and poses. For whom? I saw her smile and dance those steps. Backwards touching toes and swirling lips; feeling breath, … Continue reading

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Posted in Allen Ginsberg, beat poetry, jack kerouac, Jacques Prevert

Whispered Kisses and Memories

Misty river flows along an ankle and feels of falling, of blue jays swirling and whispered kisses and memories, hushed quiet. Flight my feathers of floating trails, among the leaves who fall. Give me wind and vivid dreams tonight. Infuse my … Continue reading

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