(Paranormal Blues)

Watching the world

Spinning  beyond control

Holding onto the jagged edges

around all the entropy spaces

just to feel

feel the fading forces

swallowed by spacey rigor mortis

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Watching the world

spinning beyond control

I’ve become

suddenly saucer shaped

and fly away

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We want something to believe in

We want somewhere to escape

We want to look past the horizon

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everyone is suddenly saucer shaped

and fly away

Here the night comes through the trees
Hear the night blow through the trees
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Gently knocking on a window pane
Rustling bedroom curtains
Caressing bedroom linen
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Tiny little quakes
Dreams invite the night
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The sun won’t need to know
No one needs to know
‘Till the dawn chases
Night back passed the trees

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Walking Lascaux

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six feet tall and rising

I am so much taller than my past
I’m so taller than the shadows it casts
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many have had  opinions on what I should be
many have an opinions on whats right for me.
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I am so much taller than my past
I’m so taller than the shadows it casts.
because I follow my own opinions
of whom I am to be.

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Walking-  metallic Lascaux (a revision)

I’ll hoist you over

my tall shoulders

that you look over

when your a step behind.

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levitate

reverberate

above the leafy canopy

before gravity

pulls down gingerly

now I’m right behind

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as I look over

your tall shoulders

you host me over

we do it over and over

as two tumble long.

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