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I remember the cold
and the little cars-
Little French men
in little French cars
on little French streets.
We stayed in a little hotel.
The..
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It swirls in the bottom,
plum wine in a crystal glass,
sweet and potent splashed over
my tongue with chicken stir fry.
It reminds me of cooking fo..
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Last night I was -
beguiled by the purple moonlight,
shrouded in sackcloth and ashes,
stealing the soul of Wichita's Gremlin,
with photographs a..
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calimocho covered streets
run red with camisetas
and teenagers wet from la fiesta,
but would the virgin of San Lorenzo
really bless this?
My cafe..
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experimental and without and end...
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Man she got mad-
took a toke and poked a jab
at my ego,
oh, here we go,
again with the labels
and how "I am so bad"
for using the su..
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Roasting espresso beans,
black as liquorice, heavy
on smoke and steel barrels,
aroma canvasing the senses.
Azula came to roast with me
in those d..
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I am finding moments of lucidity,
in these nights rife with embellished misery.
The earthy dank of books in the library
take virtues an..
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not about the Rolling Stones
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In elementary school, I was late everyday-
the commute from Burkburnett to Wichita Falls;
mother slept on the couch
only to wake up late ..
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