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..............C H U N K .................
wake
candle struggles in its depths
cuddling the wall of wax
turntable spins the disc
the click
like static
an empty line
lays
waiting
fix me striation
like a snapped string
on our worn Gibson
give me your vision
your deep echo thoughts
like a voice from
a wood chamber
ere she rests
beneath this mantle of
morn'
mantle of red
tangled like a nest
features soft
not under duress
and skin the hushed
soft tone of moonlight
I call my boyz
we must make a ride
and take what is due
the heaviness of sin
is begotten as this rain
I pick up the tender needle
and place it on the track
again
Delibres Flowers duet
and close the door
the key to the oldsmobile
against the copper jacket
of the .33 mm fob
and a list in my head
for these collection
jobs
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Comments
Esker
Fri, 2012-11-23 21:24
hey Lonnie!
diaspora of the damned
and lost
enjoyable write Lonnie
Ive lived it through my years
the bright the dark
the bleary and suffused
Ive covered much ground
Thank You for the comments
One poet to one poet
Roger That!!