THE VIOLENCE OF SILENCE:

Carry cup to see you ‘Late-a’, do you feel the cold
of Winter? Do you want Chocolate with that? Did you
forget my number? How silent can you make a phone be?
It’s up to you…

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COME CREEPING THROUGH AN EAR:

Smiling Pink-diamond-ear-girl, pouch for fingers dipped in black.
The daily bread descends the stairs as Winter enters.
Phone rings, I hesitate seeing your name, then answer.

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FOR THE LISTENING:

Laughing poster-face man, selling Monday in the market.
Winter streets, dry as desert bones. Pink, walking slow,
breathing. Upstairs laughter, rippling up & down between
the clouds. We dip our brushes in Bluesky, quiet footsteps
in grey, choose a table in the corner for the listening.

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MONO TONE US:

Breathing for the Sun, Walking for the Wind.
Cold knuckles, slow, head down, Browns & Greys.

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ANY ONES:

Who will take me home, Red & Black between the trees?
Billy, Billy, Billy Sweet Pie, left foot drag the stone.
Who will take me home, tonight?

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SAXOPHONE MEATBALL SAUCE:

Blues up a lighted alley & saxophone meatball sauce
come crawling home, sleek & pale. Goldhead, leek a
little golden juice. Blue, come wrap around us.

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SUCCULENT CITY:

The sound of you (like old geese), soft telephone in
the kitchen – ‘ring!’
Crystal dirt in the the flatbed, shapes like these
I never seen cover the city tonight.

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RADIO MELANCHOLY SONG OF YOUTH REMEMBERED:

Bell, the Dagger, Bell, the Digger, Horn-puller.
Poker Tin-car at the water where boxes stink of
fish, I squat for bones. Beetle gone fast up the
white line home.

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ISLAND LIFE:

Little plastic imitation wood girl, the wind is coming.
Wait, time moves slow on The Island.

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WAITING IN THE DARKFOR:

Best option for shadow,
Going crazy to fill the gap.
Press the button,
Play the feature,
Screen went black.

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