Duke Cunningham Can't Have Gun
Don Bauder 9:47 p.m., May 25
My coffee and donuts phase
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and then she smiled...
oh no , not at all i like the rain what makes me sad is the color of the sky when that changes so do i and then she smiled...
touches
sights of shallows still lifes layers of cake to navigate experiences sweetness of nature tastes of waste and abandon touches of humanness commodities tangled up or dangling delicately precious
night light
a night light shining through the window onto a wall real or imaginary tempted him to think if only but he spoke deep and nasal stating - no tres-pess-sing on my soul - do not ...
saturdays sun day
wander wonder aloud around sunburn back of my neck no cost to me gotta get a better job shoes no socks that sound never ever stops ideas never disappear lou reed n-y-c a second cup ...
flowers
flowers planted in the spring 1966 by children girls n boys having fun zig zagging along that welcome path home seeds some carefully planted others dropping out of pockets unable to hold em sunrise rainfall ...
wednesdays three wants and a need
I want to ramble on and make sense of it all I want to go on a trip and send post cards home I want to gamble on the longshot and win I need whipped ...
mondays girl
she just wants someone to know her troubles difficulties significant or not tell them to one today trust to listen a shoulder to put some weight on maybe more
search
My search , for a simple shade tree somewhere not so large to be found easily . Comfort for my body , I do not seek . Tangled routes exposed settles in with dirt on ...
discovery
discovery denial sinking swimming winning losing dying living loving...
original blue
striped and not the original blue a thousand rinses spins missing a few buttons collar frayed a sleeve torn in a strange way time tries to thin away my favorite shirt all mine stitched woven ...
real
oranges on the table don't appear real the wooden bowl not sure if it's really wood the dog laying at my feet - dreaming hasn't moved in awhile coffee i'm drinking - where did it ...
crooked nose
crooked nose painted toes suppose we get away you and i roll in mud or clover desires light my fires all ours
cracks in the concrete
a golden dog on the porch your safari hat on the wooden chair cracks in the concrete the welcome on the mat worn off roses for the table stand shift i decline to sit feeling ...
hugs from all sides
Awake or half asleep through my bedroom window facing east , daily a shy sky changes its mind - opens mine . Able to see colors that my eyes have never seen , only dreamed ...
her and me
we sit at the round table smaller than instead of that square one catch up quickly on what her kids have done ordering lunch , nervous laughs settle us down talk of how time in ...
tic
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days off end but never grow old - thursday
Sign says gone fishin - today pond full of 'em mostly gold a story to tell maybe so can't make this shit up i've been told . Don't need to wish to dream have angels ...
starbucker
the bass thumps deeply beats keeping pace faster than steady but not a race i stalk your walk caramel macchiato - tall in and out of my life five minutes - all
spirits of family
spirits of family , members of an exclusive club generations past embedded memories relationships joys and tragedies , a mother and a father another mother and father grand and great know their last and first ...
woke up this saturday morning...kentucky frankfort ?
sleep through it all sirens her lights the boogeyman and uncle sam raccoons fat cats and fatter rats slept great eight hours passed woke up this saturday morning... with all my body parts attached no ...
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