swinging through the carnival of air

The road ahead
empties into
the sky
What's loved and lost
left spilling into an ocean
sinking down tides pink purple and blue
like wet sea flowers beside a human
describing movement with still images


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Drink Recipe: Riviter's Friend

4 oz. dark coffee  
2 teaspoons brown sugar
2 1/2 oz. milk
1/4 oz. Vodka




This drink came from right before the Great Depression. It was used to keep the liquor tolerance
from rising. The theory was that if you drank a little liquor in the morning and then waited
at least until around dinner time to drink, then your body wouldn't build up a tolerance.


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toilet cat #4 ( there is no no.2)

 

 

 

 

ACEO ART CARD

2013

 

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from the pantry

 

Sad ocean urged into
a faded sky
breathing
a quiet reproach of clouds
The vast night shivers
bone cold, deep, and
blue, as the universe’s ghost
walks by

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at the edge of the thought of meditation

the truth beneath the sky
evolves across a
distance of light
and again this

rising and falling in stillness and quiet
just as you do

what practice
leaning back slightly
it's okay to
remind my ears 
I lessen 
senses gone
so way inside me that I can't end this

double now times four

as showers stall the afternoon
and heartbeats rock between the
soft gray lights 
only once didn't mean I won't forget
the absence of things
holding upon me
this world
more still than
before I wrote this
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part of the forgotten shadow

 eventually comes
 rain  to fall
on all the no longer needed words
un-erasable without tears



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perth antoine

the beautiful uncertainty of
a horizonless fog is hanging
a dreamy jacket
over melted shadow
 
like words wearing sunglasses
removing days from the calendar

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close in a few ways

Sky spreads
looking through the lens of sea and fog
how much gold is in the sun
below rain and dreams

wonderful islands nobody owns
between the pages
that were made truly good
  
how fast  moves

I'll be In the stands
close in a few ways
Whenever you wanted to look
here there one or nothing  

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how being in a daydream for more than
whenever is like being in love


a thousand years
as it is 
like to be in love with someone who
lives in a different world
the unheard voices
of a swan
you may have seen by the lake 


How I must be moving in a story
and the generation whose

  moon dyed its
   camouflage


all heating this night
like a heart ripped
out of fire


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Q.

What will nature bring atop these memories
besides the enduring aroma of mellow morning air

  a wind blown tent
Tilling calm rivers lakes and seas

Supplying the Antique sky with a 
a ceiling of non occurring clouds

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Like how the rain and sadness go together



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