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It is three a.m. again. A wide-eyed calicoby NoodleNoggin 15 lines, on Nov 3 6:08 PM 2007
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discordant, rhythmic
echoing in the heart -
A borderland is nowhere, personified.
It's neither there nor here. -
Across the bay, lights
look like golden cotton balls, -
Oldest brother, number-one son,
So beautiful, so flawed. -
The empty steps beckon,
faded from their past glory. -
Jet trails over the bay
glow in the sunset like -
I sit at my bleak little desk
and stare at the wall -
For some it's boughten baubles;
sugar plums, mulled wine and spiced tea. -
Whiteout
The taillights in front of me -
Moses lives in Malibu;
or rather, in a Malibu. -
Dusk is a husky sweet,
cornsilk and cut grass. -
I wanted to be the kid at the airport,
pumping gas, pulling chocks, wiping wings, -
We drive away from the prairie sun. Her fiery hair
blows in the slipstream and I realize she's beautiful. -
We're bound for Tortuga
Eight days from St. Kittby NoodleNoggin 28 lines, 4 comments, on Oct 2 9:46 PM 2006. In Other
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