Sunday, January 15th 2017 – 2:22 pm
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“Harvests”
Favors need
buy love
only time
Plant seed
nor toil
foreign grime
Pray rain
wash hates
arid clime
Ice grind
tires whine
boneless chime
crop lost
souls dust
spreading lime
…
…
“Wheatfield”
Brush my fingers through the bony stalks
to time your hips, day and night
Your laughter, my comfort siren call
of your Love makes Might makes Right
Home and hope, illusion starved walks
tear us like only love’s bite
He stabbed asunder our rise and fall
with our rusty Bowie knife
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Different Man Once Again 