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The silent music is so loud, I can hear it as well.

"For a dollar I tell your fortune"
barks the harker, soliciting
The tatooed weather worn flesh
of my free verse, nicotine stained
The peeling paint and rusting bolts
of a school picnic tragedy

Once I stalked these fair grounds
to find a fair haired girl, my age
to woo and strain form happiness
titling a fifth of Black label
and a morose smile
of hemp seed teeth

The vers' of philosophy
bent on the repugnant and vile
clinged to my soul like a hall of horror
where the mirrors distorted
the dangling skeleton's laughter

The sizzler of summer sings
a metal tune, of alumumin
and plastic lights color
revolving its lunar cycle
as I stand in line sweating

Shh, the mistress of the word speaks in silence.
The white pages fill, we read, & enjoy.


G/M Elys. ( :

Your words are pure delight, apt to all that pen.
"Start and end in silence"
and yet like most things, there is no end, and always new beginnings.

Oh to dance again...

loverly write. This one is a keeper, yes?!!!!

Yeah, I get the dizzyness often, just not always the dance before...giggles.

GM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Makes me want to run away & join you.

Run around then. lol

..........
As a person with special needs you write extremely well.
However, you could get a better paying job with the postal service.
..........

So, how many cups of coffee did this take? White screen, blinking eye, dormant mouse...what would Shakespeare have done? Probably written more! GM to you and your fine pen.

words
pieces
mosaics
in need
of a base

try window frames
mosaiced
bend new light

ah...GOOD MORNING!!!!

I found myself
atop a lion
as on the carousel
I went
round and round and round
ten feet above the ground
shhh.. don't make a sound
as the carousel
went faster
I saw my
lord and master
spinning in an orb
of fire
my only one desire
...and I jumped..