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Sunday, March 1, 2015

It is what it is

Pale shadows bump & grind among damp
palm trees & their muffled voices…

“How many candle-lit beach scenes does it take
to pry the lid off your Peruvian kimono?”

The sunlight filtering down thru the
everpresent haze.

The Colonel told me that I had eyes crazed from
a thousand years of killing whales.  I took it as a
            compliment & put on my sunglasses.

The sky was scrawled with lipstick
& I was burning matches to keep warm while
reaching for your hand because you know
we’re both alone.