Atomic and spice

it's a half life
and wondering
about cloud

shapes and heat
homeless men and cigarettes

like firecrackers and half dead lighters
like fingers cracking and no end
gambling like Miss Atomic says

just glad to be glowing
in appreciation of the energy

the strange shapes and forms
the mountains limiting our line

out to the end of the valley
Paradise and...
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It's true. Taste is one of my gifts

What are you wearing says the creepster in me

Red dress. Black ankle boots. Wild hair. Take me on a night drive.

Windows down. Soul and good Country and stars.

P l e a s e though.

Then you sing for me.

Definitely a song bird.

what would you sing for me?

I'm On Fire...
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sorchablue:
It's always nice to read your poetry. Did you listen to "Your Heart is as Black as Night"?
gigondas:
I did. And they do a version of "I'll Take Care Of You" that is pretty good.

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Each picture
Sensuous and considered

you burn in my brain
and control my hands

keyboards
and zeroes
and ones

tapping
and wanting

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amarena:
This image looks like it has a story to tell. :)
gigondas:
It is it does
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I told her in the morning

as she fed me

coffee

and smoothies

and egg sandwiches

with good

cheese

you should write a book

entitled something about

how

you are

grinning when I kiss you awake

you're smiling

you tell me

with hands tracing

cheek

you love me

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Karla Pérez

12:05 AM (3 hours ago)
to me
Talk to me. To my ear, whispering.
Tell me what you dreamed about when you were q small boy.

Sent from my iPhone

Dylan Amos doamos@gmail.com

12:50 AM (2 hours ago)
to Karla
i dreamt of mysteries
i dreamt of a house in the woods
and my hands rough from building
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"...She's got everything she needs/

She's an artist/

She don't look back.

She can take the dark out of the night time/

And paint/

The daytime black..."

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