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Saturday, December 11, 2010

I could learn




I could learn a color language. 
Dry rhythms mounting trouble,
Drive it, play a silhouette.

Give that passion, as communication, to a studio head.
Have no greening hold me . . .
then a dark deep strengthening dream.

You guys never say, or drive past
Sculpt hot and dirty,
almost always above a sanguine picture original.
Understand why I live, or think, or choose.

Sound is ok.
Wildly aware, no "I", banal!
Go observe!
What demands a drunken angel stud?
A body can ask a girl, "won't they eschew fun?"

All were drunk, style was back up.
Health too, our Saturday affair,
understood a deep paragon.
She investigates thought about an opening.

Whisper,
So thin.
I perform related mental fixations.
Phone, fiddle, scratch, part the opaque yard.
Give your companion over to a subject.
Surface!
Catch only a deuce.

Delve!
Know that infant blue.


with Layna Roberts 5/12/06, 15, 16, 17
Part I, Part II



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