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you cant imagine how good that is, i loved it!!!

Originally Posted by Shanna Conway Dixon:
You say:

Savoring the moment will be my downfall.

Yet I stay here, still as concrete—
freshly laid, moonlit damp—
and do just that.


What if my hair becomes the net
for the beetles that fly erratically,
and the snails find their trails suit me—
through my hair, criss and cross.


So, I've taken my time just as they have.
How much better that makes them?


I'll spit to show them my trail and
watch it spread, only two inches round.


You say:

Live life by the moment, mutha fucka!

at two hundred miles per hour,
you're flying and I am the yellow line
you wouldn’t focus on.

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thanks LeAnne.  thought it set well w/ sunday's mood.

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~o~

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Sure

Effluent and noise
just before dawn
or probably earlier---later
so no one can see, hear
Factory spit
Factory ****
poison shot across the universe
from the smoke stacks rising
higher and higher
construction under cover
new growth
smell of employment
residents build higher fences
boogie man pays for defences
everyone, sooner or later,
must be blown away.

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a peaceful Sunday reflection is
me getting to sleep in
these tired feet
have no desire to get out of bed.

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On my way to construct
another system of wire and light
I took a detour to your house
thinking I could use a shot of righteousness.

In dim lights the television flicker
no pretense of advancing intellect allowed
You wrung your hands, gazing upward
glottal escapes of no particular consequence.

Random book with Babe Ruth a drinking spitter
spewing expletives and discontent riding the rails
I read you that, took your kneading hands in mine
and sang us both toward levity, just east of Utopia.