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moving on

(in the key of clack)  :: we’ve left our black smudges on the pages of each other’s hearts.  we’ve flirted, we’ve fallen.we’ve phrased.  we’re right here last callin’glasses raised for one moreround, glass syllables clinkedand jackets donned.  and now as we soldier on (as these … Continue reading

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a little something soupish

.. this poem is all split -pea and hambone moon, noodled in syllables and slightly goth broth. it’s dump -lings and gum -bo flings and hot and sour and wanton lust for life. let it simmer ; don’t take it … Continue reading

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