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Rhyme TIme
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The Bush Years
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Pointed
Her painted strokes pointed like fangs splattering poisonous images across a subterranean canvass, soaking it with the smell of death. Unable to understand the betrayal forming inside the corridors of her mind, she carefully became careless while lust dripped from the cracks in her frailty, filling the floor below with torrid thoughts of temptation. In…
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Broken
So softly she stroked the sun as ripples of water washed white the weight of her weariness, her hands dripping tears. Suddenly slipping from the sky she turned back in time. Her sad sigh filled the dark night with worry, hovering like the bite of death. As dawn cracked light on her broken dreams, she…
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Ode to Tom
Wearing a torn bloodstained turtleneck tuxedo, a silent piano player drunk from heartaches mouthed his song in broken tongues while a pencil thin prima-donna danced, frozen in time. As dawn sliced through the cover of night, his mind drifted on a warm summer breeze and as a young girl laughed hanging upside down scantily clad…
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Ode to Tom Waits
Like sandpaper soaked with stolen colors ripped off the canvas of Edward Hopper’s final scene wearing a torn bloodstained turtleneck tuxedo, a silent piano player drunk from heartaches mouthed his song in broken tongues as a pencil thin prima-donna danced, frozen in time. As dawn sliced through the cover of night, his mind drifted off…
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Broken
So softly she stroked the sun as ripples of water washed white the weight of her weariness, her hands dripping tears. Suddenly she slipped from the sky turning back in time. Her sighed filled the dark night with worry, hovering like the bite of death. As dawn cracked light on her broken dreams, she sensed…