I want to go sailing
on that wispy blue cloud rolling in
San Francisco fog dressed me that creamy day
of milkweed pod moments, green waters and yellow balloon skies
Trucks of tomatoes and bouncing garlic
shaking in its paper skins roll by
We should be in Italy I say soft
I'm dreaming of sounds of basil
slipping through my fingertips
handsome men in black and white stripes
and sweat pulsing on shiny midnight brows
oars slicing water
Your hand glides up my thigh
We pass homes with lights on
lines of laundry strung tight
taking in morning breezes
letting out last night's secrets
I whisper a big one
Sage gusts blow my mystery to the sea
The road boasts it's steady gray
and we drive on
















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sacrifice what you are for what you could become
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Close your eyes to see...
I've always known you could write! You have no reason to be intimidated! It's wonderful to see you let others in on the secret. Now all we need is to see some of your paintings and photography!
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If there hadn't been women we'd still be squatting in a cave eating raw meat, because we made civilization in order to impress our girlfriends. ~Orson Welles~
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See the Rivers get a dell, and watch out for Tactus </
I have a hard time myself posting some of my poetry, a self conscience thing I think!
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"When I order you to release your power, you will open every fon slot in your body and unleashed a hyperresonance!"
Tales of the Abyss
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Work-Related Anal Glaucoma- When you can't see your ass going to work today...
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