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Twenty – twenty vision From a dime to a raceboat You can’t see further Than your narrow hall of delusion You sop up brain soaked towels With a leather pocketbook

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In Glass Bottles – Part 3

It’s been nearly three years You are still lost at sea. I send this corked in hope It is my last glass bottle. Do you read each of my exhalations From your tropical paradise? You may even have a collection Smugly adorning your wall.   Did they ever make it that far? Perhaps this too [...]

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Nose to stone I can’t open my eyes They are swollen shut again The right words demanded of me Are strangled by the wrong ones Each a backfire blazes my face Searing my lips near closed My nose only open to the air I am scared paralyzed I can not tell you how to help [...]

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