

On how to rob a Godi.On how to rob a God
It was Pacific Avenue On cracked, unloved roads That I saw your messiah And semi-precious rampart stone That have wept so much they Speak only of oceans
It was Tuesday afternoon On cracked, unloved hair Married forever to desert wind Out of time and out-of-context Blooming brilliant, a red and pink Rose garden, grown in haste
On cracked, unloved skin.
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Home is lonely foothills, doused By once and never again By two weeks of gardens And thee months of fire warnings
Home
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"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world"
-Oscar Wilde
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