deposition from the jurors of life

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Open Poetry #24

deposition from the jurors of life

Drexler_McStyles
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since 2002-11-18

Posts 195
Venice, Ca

0 posted 2003-01-06 01:08 AM

the nocturnal shift drives crisp daggers
into my insulation station
my obsession with light and the continental drift
are oblivious to moral grounds
the ones upon which I stand
as I wait for the grand jury to pass through
waiting for that chestnut mane to sway
through my well worn memoirs
buried just below the surface
to often stumbled upon by these feet that I drag
slump shouldered and broken down
through the graveyard

a breath of fresh air
a drive down the coast
towards the equator
tracing moonlight across my knuckles and the black vinyl upholstery
soft jazz keeping time with the engine’s song
wandering through the winter night
any destination that asks no questions
suits me
just fine

passing shadows
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since 1999-08-26

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1 posted 2003-01-06 02:35 AM

liked this portrayal of freedom

serenity blaze
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since 2000-02-02

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2 posted 2003-01-06 10:08 AM

I'm feeling this...

love your style. It scores my mind.

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