MAN GAzes into time with
BOOZY lenses fogging his judgment:
AMAZEd at the fall from gilded yesters, yet grasping
TOKENs of hope for improved morrows.
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MAN GAzes into time with
BOOZY lenses fogging his judgment:
AMAZEd at the fall from gilded yesters, yet grasping
TOKENs of hope for improved morrows.
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FLAIR of royalty replaced by disguise, the king’s night got darker.
“TRUST you?!?!? You know what Saul has done to all the Seers and
TAROT readers in the country? Hardly any of us even
EXIST anymore! Who was it you wanted to summon, anyway?”
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MOUTH of the mountain pass held, tensions walking the edge of a
CLIFF, waiting for the tide of attack to come in––each
TROOP coming to terms with the inevitable, not hoping for a
FREAK stroke of luck, but eager for iron and bronze.
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CAMEL-backed topography sends your stomach through your feet:
QUITE a difference between peaks and bottoms on the curved road.
ODDLY enough, it seems to us every time, that One remains
LOYAL to vows, to promises, to love, to us.
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STRIP away the fabric hindrances,
STATE for the millionth time our desire––
WOOER embracing, wooed embraced; love is
FERAL, tenacious in the midst of mundanity.
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LUNGE across the dance floor like an electrocuted giraffe, the room changes from
GAZER into guffawer with literal spit-takes as glasses shatter around
GAUDY dresses and tuxes and shoes. Someone––anyone––please help. I, I mean, he needs it––
BADLY.
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OCTET of aspiring stars
STRUT onstage with a semblance of poise, hoping this
CAMEO will be the bended knees before the jump into pools of
MONEY.
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HONEY, you’d better not
POUT, You’d better not cry;
PRANK your brother one more time, the
PRICE you’ll pay is high
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TRIPE on the tray: Marcus a really sus-pect
STOIC moonlighting to fund his meditations as a
SHORT-order cook at Waffle House, right on the
VERGE of getting the orders right this time.
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AGATE is a crystalline canvas, a tie-dyed rock daubed with a paint-soaked
TOWEL and fine brushes, streaked with squeezed and shaken
SPURTs of colors from tubes and buckets. Even rock need not be mere bland
GROUT or gravel when in the hands of a Master Artist.
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