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Sweet Mercy
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Sweet Mercy |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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From the quietude of earth, Awakened by coyotes Came a young man, thirtyish, long hair With bearded olive skin Standing over 10 feet tall Reaching inside my mind with Impulsive no easy answers Throwing truthful coins… Despite my youthful freckles As he spoke of mints of gold From scarcely provided courses But by the breath of twilight Wearing winter’s haunting air Happy to see me Throwing arms around my neck I could not say what time it was Only that, bare trees left in Rivers of light, like white unicorns Tumbling though darkness Into my window of childhood Stubborn pointed eyes were Tapping sensations in windless air Whispering strange words Something forgotten, that was once familiar With swaying elbows and drunken music Following with sure feet Right to the top of Mt. Everest he leaped Knowing certain, weather patterns before me Writing life on the plate of each morning Where the sky hangs on golden hinges Dropping toward the sea Serving water ice with hot tamales Lamps of little words burned in my mouth Walking with me in that moonlight Being mine by heritage The wondering child of artless gales Shutting out all noise Freely the young lover melted me By the woman of my very soul Whose maybe wasted every shot Yet, always struck a bulls eye Converting her losses to golden exchange You never miss what you haven’t named Now seas wink at the bright-haired flames Of each day and I’m forever molested by This warmth…ahhhh hem…in a nice way |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Lee It is almost as if a serene lady has just taken her socks off to come out fighting. POSH with a capital "Port Out Starbord Home" meets "Genghis Cohen the Trucker". Hope you dont mind the humour. Dave |
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