Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Time sounds
smooth movement
hips swaying lips convincing
us of nighttime star tastes
coffee summer-darkness-by the
indian trails

every cell is humming thrumming
bumping into each other to get
to us melding
into love visions of
dead dreams rising
Osiris and jesus and Mother Mary Goddess
and such

(radio quiet
spider visions)

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