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And Then The Black HoleWe were going back over the code:
Out of control
and left us
Left of center.
little more than the smell of plastic and tar and burnt sugar and bodily fluids
And the fact that your eyes were like lasers
and the fact that my thighs were rocket propelled
and the fact that our smiles could trick the milky way
Didnt seem to come up once.
Day Break and Hour GlassThe light has flown; now latticework of vine
On stony trellis, piled high with roses,
Becomes backdrop for lovers pressed, entwined.
Sultry whispers hit air, then strike poses;
Falter step of breath sweeps the ivy from
Her hair, and his eyes say: love, linger there
Awhile longer, until the night is done;
For the veil of daylight brings our despair.
Parting is only sorrow, and bitter
Never sweet, like the taste of your lips and
Your lies and the time we waste and witter;
I will be the hourglass; you-- the sand.
When day breaks I go with it; shatter, flee.
When the sun shines, love, you at last run free.
Name CallingGalloping roundabout down the mountain,
Bareback on that stallion you would give
No name because to name something is to
Own it and you never believed in possessions;
But lover, listen, once you called me your
Sun and moon and the ripples in your river.
You gave me many names and when you
Left you couldnt just take them away.
You were more cut-throat than Id imagined;
But listen, gunslinger, I'm not dead yet.
Mollie's Ribbons I grew up in a small town just a few dozen miles from the closest water sourcea slowly shrinking aquifer that squatted underneath the seat of Thompson County, our neighborly border. Fortunately, we hadn't yet been quite as devastated by our annual droughts as those in Oklahoma and Texas. Rumors would occasionally drift in with a tumbleweed traveler about how bad the deep South had dried up into nothing but an old dusty lake bed, but these flashes of news were too few and too far between to be counted on as up to date or even true.
Once, I heard one of my distant cousins, a boy by the name of Harold, was said to have been caug
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