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The Student:The dust of ancient pageshad never touched his face,and fountains black and comelywere mummied in a placebeyondhis young un-knowing. The Teacher:She shared the lettered strivingsof etched Pharaonic wallsand Reconstruction’s anguishresounded down the hallsof all herdry dreams.
She wished of him a lover’s kiss andnights of coupled twining.They laced themselvesbetween the treesand to the water’s edge. Reminding herthe cratered moon lay light-years away,he spoke of Greece, the Parthenonand Cleopatra’s barge. She splayed her footup to the shinwithin…
Lying, thinking, last nighthow to find my soul a homewhere water is not thirsty,and bread loaf is not stone,I came up with one thingand I don’t believe I’m wrong,that nobody,but nobodycan make it out here alone. Alone, all alonenobody, but…
I couldn’t tell fact from fiction or if my dream was true,The only sure prediction in this whole world was you.I’d touched your features inchly, heard love and dared the cost.The scented spiel reeled me unreal and found my…
The highway is full of big carsgoing nowhere fastAnd folks is smoking anything that’ll burnSome people wrap their lives around a cocktail glassAnd you sit wonderingwhere you’re going to turn.I got it.Come. And be my baby. Some prophets say the…
You’ve got another loveand I know itSomeone who adores you just like meHanging on your words like they were goldThinking that she understands your soul Poor Girl Just like me. You’re breaking another heart and I know it And…
The day hangs heavyloose and greywhen you’re away. A crown of thornsa shirt of hairis what I wear. No one knowsmy lonely heartwhen we’re apart.
One innocent springyour voice meant to meless than tires turningon a distant street. Your name, perhaps spoken,led no chorus ofbatonsunrehearsedto crush against myempty chest. That cool springwas shortened byyour summer, bold, impatientand all forgottenexcept when silenceturns the keyinto my midnight…
Your skin like dawnMine like musk One paints the beginningof a certain end. The other, the end of asure beginning.
It comes in blackand blue, indecisivebeige. In red and chaperons my life.Sitting like a strictand spinstered auntspiked between my needs and need. It tats the day, crochetingother people’s livesin neat arrangements,ignoring me,busy with the hemmingof strangers’ overlong affairs orthe darning…