Two more pieces
Because I hate just posting one poem at a time.
Wind
I felt the wind today.
It tore through me,
and tears welled in my eyes.
The shattered panes
of my chocolate-covered dreams
fell around me.
All around me.
Typical Cynic, 1969
As I walk the stones of solitude,
my eyes glow, indifferent.
Fleeced couples on stilts
stumble,
chasing their one-eyed dreams.
Colors melting off the walls,
wine becomes water, and we're gone.
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22 medium-jumbo frets, 3 mini humbuckers, 2 single-coil pickups, and 6 steel strings of pure sex.
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