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Searching for inspiration, Looking here and there; Not knowing where the key is, The lock’s in your mind. Listening to the music, Watching life go by; Sensing an emptiness, Seen by none

Let me live

I want to watch the sun rise on Mt. Kanchenjunga And feel its warm rays seep down to my heart I want to lie down on a moist grass carpet And feel the rhythm of my own heart beat

Walk

The wide blue highway Or a narrow winding road, It really doesn’t matter As long as you’re walking. Walk. Walk That’s all you’ve got to do The tender desert sand

Rain

Stinging your face Harsh rebukes Thunder roll Flashes of pain Dark and furious Waters of rain Fading slowly Anger receding Soft and gentle A caressing touch Earth renewed

canal

tonight we sail! in a rubber dingy a sheath of destiny me and the flotsam the canal and jetsam evening ting ting radio clockwork an overdose of all that matters the blue blazer if only

Booth

The sun stretched up Blinding sparks fireworked from every surface I never expected his face to be honest Or so close
Cherry

American Vignettes (Travels in my Wigwam)

Long poem about travels across the west coast of the USA.

Errata: Twenty-Second Episode - For Jenkins' Sake

I looked down at my hands and saw blood circuits under whorls and bits of bone soaked in water. They flexed and I did not know who or what had made them move.

MOVING OUT - PACKING

"You don't really want to move out, do you?" Mum asked.

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