Tag: Dream
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Paradigm Shift
I’m not an ice-block or wasted teardrop, mooching around your Long Island Iced Tea. I’m not chasing dreams, dreaming of Jeannie, won’t slow for one more whistle stop. I’ve never bridged sighs, I don’t island hop, or tasted the free airs of Heaney. Nor held a heart that, like some Houdini, didn’t vanish with barbaric…
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Bonnie & Clyde
On a Monday I met her, but should’ve known better- moon days bode ill for new friends. Lunar sea tides with light and dark sides make Monday trysts wane to weak ends. Aphelion eyes, dark hair and toned thighs presaged a blue moon ascending. With a wink and a gun, she blocked out the sun…
