Poetry: May 22, 2004

To my brothers:

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Stray no lower than 18
it simply isn't wise
nor is it ripe
it doesn't even register yet 
with a credit card swipe
and brothers 
get furious 
when their sisters 
are tight 
but tucked in 
another's bed 
for the night. 
better to wait 
until the sun rise
when what once were her bangs 
are now explosions of sighs

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though atlas may be a chiropractor's dream
when his posture 
shakes off
what's left of 
his cough 
and he drops the world 
his wings will 
take off

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after dolphins dream 
they wake up 
and move slow 
like arrow
knowing 
that since 
space is wide
focus must be 
narrow

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Mozart knew that he was a vehicle of God
he also knew that he couldn't find a job
and even then bitches would get on 
his nerves 
demanding the attention the music 
deserves
creditors banging to get in the door 
critics firing duck shots at the notes in the score
most of all around him 
jealousy and greed 
one less mouth testifying was
one less mouth to feed
once, he could write 
left alone 
until the day went
but that all changed once he acquired
an agent!

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As long as my contradictions exist,
I know that I am present 
To my own life

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if Y 
didn't have so many 
questions
it would be 
the first letter of 
the alphabet!

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I finally made 
last april 8th 
contact with 
the dreamer
he who can
dream me 
and be me
at the same time

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it may look
like a duck
quack
like a duck
and swim like a duck
but if it doesn't
dream 
like a duck
it's not a duck

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I am not a man 
I am a panther
dreaming 
that he is a man

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what is the last wish 
of a fish
if not to go
overboard?

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look at her!
just bursting to be seen 
to not look at her would be mean
and slowly fades in 
the borders of 
another restless 
dream

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I started out with 
Rock-and-roll 
dreams
but life 
has made me
a bluesman

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