The Key
You're a key
with a serrated blade
to enter
and turn
inside the lock
of a bottomless door
I'll always fall through it
like an amnesiac
my fingers stained
with your rust
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THE NIGHT I MET ALLEN GINSBERG It was April tenth, 1993, the Crocodile Cafe, home of the world famous Seattle music scene, where the Tragica... -
Outside the Sky is Red Burning embers could fly at speed equal to the wind. Debris and dust drifts fast outside. Neighbor texts me a ph...
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Stardust Winter’s darkness falls asunder Spring brings in the light Ishtar’s ancient name resides in me Without ignorance or ego I am deter...
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