romance poetry
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Quiet evening on my couch I fall asleep watching t.v. dozing, I awaken from a dream in which I was watching an old console television from the 60’s the picture was fuzzy, zigzagging, jumping around, unwatchable; in the remote-less era of my fantasy I get up, go to the monolithic set, turn real (silver plastic) Read more
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Reserved seating this is not first-come, first-served you cannot get a ticket from a scalper only from my personal box office not ‘second-run’ house my heart is the first-run feature now playing only the latest and best Sit back, relax. Enjoy the show. And please keep your dirty feet off of the seats in front Read more
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You are Gaelic beautiful, mystical, lyrical, recognizable, incomprehensible, not easily translated Yet I love to listen to your rhythms with heart, soul, eyes you are a romance language I can always listen to, try to read, knowing no matter how much I read and hear, I could never be truly fluent in you Read more
Ponderable polemics, poetic 