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Prophesy
Those dark lilies outside the cold window The widow’s peak rising up in the shadow How did they come to be here she whispers Looking down at the black lilies beneath the pines The…
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I am the Dunes and I am Singing
Hashish adorned each finger Were vows once had He wouldn’t keep his distance Thought her mysterious And brought her the odd rings Peaked high and echoing Cavernous To be filled From Turkmenistan The crying…
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Lullaby Burma
They came to see you it was too late Good gawd you lay on your cooling board Once used for the great feasts and your mischievous sculptures Rambling sailor it’s judgment day I know…
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Riders
and from my rib fashion a flute my wing a lute to play the lullaby Michael Gabriel set the flame trees ablaze where they touch the cyan sky and in that instant rise find…
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My Village is Everywhere
A Spirit Song for Ali Farka Toure 1939-2006 Where is the beautiful voice and string Harmonized with the kora tonight “Baba where have you gone?” To Bamako? To the South? No my brothers, no…
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‘cross bog bridge
Come to your dirty mamma I am your violetta That you look for In the half light and am wet and dripping with the canal camps muddy My toes grip the red root of…
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Temple
the lunar moth at the near mouth of the bay blue butterfly in the night navigate near the moss gate press our face close this deep loam so cool on each side of the…
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Pawnshop Looks
Peaked high and red, aged striated layers hypnotized me. I slept between them, became a towering landform. Grit still in my teethe. How long has it been sitting here? Pines punctuate the sharp angles…
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jackson
said you your lithe hands so genteel too graceful why so callus do you have you work like the big men I will have to I leave you at the byway and leave me…
Pretty Thunder Poetry 