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don't answer me the noise from the thick concrete altough windows are opened the stark hinderance to reach the Apollo can teach given someone to...

I sit back to reflect Of what I expect, Life to be With just you and me I thought that it would be A life that was easy and free Where we could...

each of us is naked inside our clothes left as a tender rose as you suppose an untimely gift so you get my drift in a center from the mind you...

blisters on my temple the latent swan emerges cancelling its fig as a man I thought I was in engrossed wandering through a yankee smile pee...

A lot of times as poets we are sort of grasping at straws as we come near the no it all. In part or certain way we have criticized another's...

Doesn't everybody some time pee in the sink ? Cause we can't make it in time to reach the toilet after much filtered drinks plain side to draw...

spice as to eat my own two feet stand still & repeat there is a sure fire need to end such catastrophe then to live as you please come apart at...

to sleep to dream through steel unawares the chosen vessel pressed through the climax of time a vestibule toward a couple left long ago barbed...

spend your day expressed by grace ordered from a Payton place cheer each moment from the edge of the setting sun a very well done climb each...

Share with the handle that holds you forget how to mold ya its important to blend beyond the means a special taunt to provide naturally through...

see through the rook chip through the glue under the concrete one sprang a leak battered bridges that spicy clock drew a map through haunted...

The language and images of Mario Vitale's poetry are so closely bound to the natural cycles of seasons, of generations, of the body's functioning,...

We wait in doubt through the work of belief shattered dreams shackled by the means Each of us with mustard the part of a narrative scream...

search through features minus filled creatures the salute to arms to spread each others hence the polluted hand we can comprehend building...

Each of us can recognize the truth from a lie. Sometimes the surpassing wind blows a fairy tale. We cower to the surface to just regain some...

sift through the wind set of course as the Albatross tread look at the mountains breathless the sign in the field evokes fear try to stop the...

lend me your ear I shed a tear for all to draw so ever near my dear the living queer generating with the eye with a sweet lulabye in disguise...

filter through the inner mind where solace binds and reason is there for I hear inner voices in my head with choices the junkie on the street...

into the arms of rap that's where its at buiding through the confusion in fusion got flames coming out my baseball cap I'm in need of a nap keep...

Back in the Summer of eighty five thank God I was still alive music was filling the streets as I chilled by the strip here's the trip many girls...