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Cherry

Beat Symphony

Varnished violins hang in muted melodic scream from the gnarled tendrils of each of the verdant old oaks that line and dwarf the ghostly side-walks...

the beat parade

Blissfully out of the know, wearing our beatnik glow (Ginsberg and Corso in tow,) we waltz our Shivaaic tango down Queen Anne Ave... purple lilacs...

by the hand of Shiva

Today's world was by Shiva wrought, and the old ways fast forgot... it's flashing lights and fly by night, the continents naked in each other's sight...
Cherry

Torment saint haiku set

The warm graveyard wind blows in the bedroom window like Hermes' sweet breath in the back garden, purple lilacs bloom in throngs over sleeping rock...
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beatnik morning

The pervasive warmth and all-touching light of the long-risen sun finally opes and dissolves my darkened dream world, and brings me out of my...

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