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| writing, and the space between black and white., guzman, donna holgate, gary gilbert, movies, band buddy icons, armando riesco, uigui.com, list of films, scott walker (ix), weblog, robert j. steinmiller jr., iran, tommylasorda, | south songs for the winter Nights of the half-eaten moon strange sounds lulled me to sleep and I dreamed of hurricanes in empty rooms I found you waiting for me in the darkness awoke in your arms and never songs let songs go. T H E H O U S E Sooner or later everyone comes to the house. If in the morning as the light approaches a wall, carefully, slips around the corners, you -- I am not talking to you but at night when the dark windows begin to glisten under the moon you come to it put your hand in, you hear me in there? have you found your room? your answer is an echo your answer is not an answer it is your moving up and down you rising by night falling by day rising before a window unknown, unseen but to yourself? with your fingers pressing the glass your face a faint reflection in your eyes. |
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| every step is a sure one every turn undisputed though it end in the rhythm of jaws We always liked them those others whose singing is beyond our throats T H E O L guzman D G A L Autumn weather gets to the old gal. Her winter coat predicts the worst is yet to come up 116th Street. In the Palisades the fevered colors drive out the green, blaze at least some heat for the eye. A patch of cotton behind guzman her glasses keeps her right eye warm and windproof. Up the hill she staggers as the year grows old. Mumbling, "the old gal she ain't what she used to be." T H E G I V I N G O F N A M E S No doubt it once had a classical name. Something had happened was forgotten till something new happened again: a farmer made a trip from Arcadia to Achaea took his donkey with him to carry the load. What's a few hours' rain when you've crossed a river that many times? The difference is one donkey a wet farmer screaming Donkey Drowner Donkey Drowner! N I G H T S O F T H E H A L F - E A T E N M O O N for Rochelle Nights of the half-eaten moon I waited for you in the darkness when you didn't come I became a bird that forgot to fly |
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