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Saturday Morning Shows Up

I am lis­ten­ing to old new music and it is end­less in me It is Sat­ur­day and we are 200 miles from what mat­ters And we are sleepy and you are like you were the first time I saw you. You … Con­tinue read­ing

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Five or Four

This is a pic­ture of a leaf of two of five rec­tan­gles of four of yel­low of a line of the side of a build­ing of a crack of a side­walk of right angles of a game or some­one else’s … Con­tinue read­ing

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Where The Truth Is

When I lie, it is auto­matic. I don’t think about it – although it is com­ing straight from my brain. My mouth opens and out it comes and I then have the chore of liv­ing with it, embell­ish­ing it (you thought the … Con­tinue read­ing

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The Sky Ran Through Me

The sky ran through me: It did and I didn’t even know it. It did and it felt like the first orgasm I remem­ber and it was that, in sky form. It did and I wouldn’t make this up, you … Con­tinue read­ing

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Church

There was a preacher in my South­ern Bap­tist Church who, on occa­sion, would men­tion a church-goer who had not given enough money. He called me sev­eral years ago, at the request of a con­cerned cit­i­zen who thought I left the … Con­tinue read­ing

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Can’t Make This Up

I am only telling you what I saw. Don’t ask me. I don’t know noth­ing. Couldn’t tell you…had noth­ing to do with it. This is exactly what hap­pened: You have no idea what it’s been like here, Besides I just … Con­tinue read­ing

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No Beginning and No Ending

I am going to try to relate this to you in a way that does not sound con­trived. It’s impos­si­ble. It is con­trived. Con­trived means that it was obvi­ously planned. This, what I am telling you about, was, and yet … Con­tinue read­ing

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Smoke and Mirrors

What I think I know is smoke Mir­rors are a luxury.

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Watercolors in the Rain

I wish for my life to be lived with a sound­track that you would know like Span­ish Bombs by the Clash, or like “water col­ors in the rain” by Al Stew­art and the excru­ci­at­ing unend­ing per­fec­tion of that line and … Con­tinue read­ing

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See Through You

I trust peo­ple I should not trust. Not always, and not as much as I did ear­lier in my life and not nearly as often and not for as long, but I still do it. Some­thing in me believes that … Con­tinue read­ing

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