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Thursday, April 21, 2011

Lines from Club Charles

xiii. thinking of sunday

Ever get that feeling?
Like an orgasm in the brain
on country morning drives
the spears of joy come flying in.
I think Let spasms of light
through the trees at high speeds
defrag my deep memories,
till the impacted mind
for something it can celebrate

I so want to be
projected away from emergencies
far from the feral cats howling under my window,
move forward again to that cliff in the sky

where it snows in the sun,
recalibrate all the senses and when it's done
the perfect succession of images
let unlock the orb,

let flow the eternal caramel of satisfaction.

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