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Blue

Blue and blue and bluer still, Slinking down, becoming chair, Reaching outward,  purple teal, Clouds absorbing,  bruised despair. Twilight stars, staring sullen. Hide and seek among the pain. Hanging insolent, above the fallen, Gazing upward, curse thy name. Advertisements

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Here ..the colors

  The sand cast down and we its cover, Red runs away in crimson bleeding flow Loudly the hyena cries to celebrate death Kill as the one licks wounds of another. A different dusk the sand lies under cloud brothers … Continue reading

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Blue

(Bathers under the Pines by the Sea, 1926, Theo van Rysselberghe)   She is lightly floating upon her own pendulum And the ants go forth under her feet as though shaded In sweet comfort by the mere nearness in electric … Continue reading

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Take Five

Three riffs Sax lays the top Drums pedunk the center Bass thumps the bop Heartbeat is fundamental you. Listen in stillness new Is it you? Steady the course in blue Rippity rip sets the days Determines colors in waves Blue … Continue reading

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Sitting Sea

   Nature does not hurry, yet everything is done. Breathe the air. Exhale your own breath. Not mine. See with your mind, Look only with eyes closed in darkness. Golden sea voluminous, Sits comfortably without Need of love, And yet … Continue reading

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Sorrow of color

Blue his eyes threw to me white circles like snow blinding clear is the mind of blonde youth looking at green as he dreams. red scares its own reflection, fears a boy pale in the moonlight. yellow dances upon the … Continue reading

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Brown body

The night moon washed the sheets A pale blue. You, the brown Body, lay curled as a dead Cinch worm in the summer heat. Far from dead you breathed, and I felt you in my cock, as the pulse Of … Continue reading

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