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what appears..

Posted to Action Poetry




is something a while back....
the recline, this image known often, though hard to grasp.... what is left... it's all left, rite, up, down, whatever.... leave it behind or keep scraping dusk for all its worth....

there is so much excavation, some must be defined in different colors....

out there in the backyard the skeletal dance as light sputters out like a ship slowly stopping....

one must know THERE IS MORE TO THIS THAN THIS.... so much so much....

some lounge idly amongst the ruins whilst others are high, they know their loudness, abrasiveness will be counted on....

so cool down on a blue-note-miller freer than free... straighten the collar or leave it like an unkempt masterpiece, its up to the up, the down, shuffle the pieces... or roll it right out the palm of yr hand...