peach whispers drift across
sidewalk cracks unyielding.
sun glass reflections throw back
giggling memories and laughter
untouched
by smog-filled streets, indirect cynicism,
a lack of wonder.
[innocence]
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biting melodies of
G, D, C
lack aneurism intensity
these days
[she's a three chord country girl]
rooftop musings and ashtray art
while stars are dying, hour glass minutes passing
is a habit
[self destruction or self indulgence?]
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honeysuckle breezes replace
long fastened guilt
falling away on wind starved
change






This is a great contemporary piece, Poet. Some seriously-good imagery, innovative use of language. Fantastically visual. Good luck in the contests.











and you are my georgia girl
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