Chapter Thirteen: A Good Pot of Red Sauce
Chapter Thirteen:
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Thursday Sonnet: About Milkshakes
Let’s sum it up; I’m in a break-room, work Begins again in twenty, in which time I barely find the space (or wits) to rhyme, And I am asked to conjure from the murk
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What I didn't want
What I didn't want to say to you is that to me, love is like when all the 5,000 pieces of you scatter and land like paving slabs. What I didnt want to say to you, is that to me
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!! FOR INNER INDIA !!
That's where I'm headed Inner India land of poetic spices, artistic silks and introspective gems land of tear-drop palaces living cities of old monks, monkeys and elephants
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Unrequited
The night you left...
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For Jack
I never believed that there were angels, Around us every day, But then son you were born, And God sent one my way! So perfect you were to see, To all of us especially me.
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A Morning Song
Morning is bright when the quail bobs her head, the leaves flame orange and red, the wind runs her hand through my hair, grandfather Sun tells me brilliant fables of humanity's youth,
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Flowers Don't Take Plastic
In our zooming silicon world they're like silent gurus outside the tanning parlors law offices and art galleries they repose in meditative beds in resplendent purples and yellows,
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Unexpected Some-times
Under your perfect sand you in now lie, looking forwards at your sunburned sky. Do you still think of me atall nowadeys? As I remember you now still, Some-times.
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