Summer ’74

Those were the shadows I came across, the guru weighed me off as a dead loss, but Kathmandu saw the real me seeing you for the first time. Not enough time for the mountains we knew how to climb so marking time by the peanuts that stacked up in the bar room we talked of…

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Drink and the devil

If I felt one death I’ve felt one hundred what more can death do. you live so why cry? I saw the beaten and tortured in courtyards that weren’t even known saw the blood running dry you live so why cry? I exhume the fumes of ancestors anchored to memory and there is the mast,…

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Glass

leaking pearl ear rings shining she sings of glass. In the images mirrored she has borrowed a lifetime and more conductors who then wrote and loaned her the score tampering with time she learns how to mime the words, vocal chords shot by the distill of a thousand and one mountain men high on the…

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