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P E O P L E – imitating strangers
P E O P L E – IMITATING STRANGERS there was a hole in the middle and the crowd filtered through iti told myself not to worrythere was a hole in the middleand the strangers all knew iti tell myself not to worry i didn’t want seem unknownis this something we need to know?why does…
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P E O P L E – let me feel it out
P E O P L E — let me feel it out here they let us read until the light goes out here they let us read until the light goes out there’ll never be enough time be enough time here they let us read until the light goes out let me figure it out…
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-poems for Tanya
P A R T N O. III ‘babe’ “hey, roll up your sle[eves], it’s time to go”oh wow you know me[that] unsubtle g[litter] in your eye,of knowing of an unknown why– ‘babe’- , you’re tough as nails, what got me on y[our] mind?i chose once not to seefiguratively, you figured out the me i don’t…
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-poems for Tanya
P A R T N O. II ‘magnolia seed’ what is hidden to [you]; complete beauty, – ‘magnolia [see]d’ – my ancient rose, you are rhapsody in [orange,] a steady flicker, fi[reside], given [to] the shadows you lend your little [light] 2/3 Print by Franco Fontana Landscapes
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-poems for Tanya
P A R T N O. 1 ‘little we’ [the]se words i chose sparingly, and meaningful – ‘little we’ – togetherness, stillness, s[implicit]y with dreams a[flame] [in]credible as these the night is calm, by [you] indefinitely 3/3 Print by Joel Meyerowitz Cape Light
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bystanders pt. 2
the city gives up composition at night, lights swelling, like moisture on a cloth sky, words like comets burn thick air, she has a heartbeat; 2am, 5am, a blue hue shadow on the leaves, if you see a field, you have to run through it, nobody is a bystander Print by Paul Fusco Robert Kennedy…
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apartments
i have some weakness, some weakness for you in a soft a peaceful light you draw shadows, some shadows on walls built by sun and solid life and i can feel you here, while everyone walks we choose to stay we can leave this place, while building our home along the way Print by Tatiana…
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my wilderness in simplicity
somewhere in the troposphere there is a gate i want to pass through, in this place everyone wanders because nothing is familiar, we become anonymous, not hidden, anonymous, nameless, imagine pressing your cheek against a mirror with an expectation of what you will see but instead you see someone else, something totally and completely apart…
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i could spend my life adrift and wonder what i’d missed or give life to those eyes; and the feeling subsides you were something of a mist i thought could not exist we were kids for a night when we walked by the light can you give me your words, my little bird? i want…
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