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Starting the morning in the big chair
Listening to train sounds on the record From dad’s vintage vault Drinking black coffee Looking out the window At the silence down the street What shall we make of this day? Like this: Like Loading...
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Cooler temps mark the new day
Fresh air behind God’s wrath
An eerie calm now remains
Watching quietly in the aftermath
Peeking out the windows
Nervous in the hours after the winds blew
Pressure & fear have dropped
I’ll do anything to hold onto you
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Gimme a minute till I look pretty
I don’t want to go out there without my cologne I can’t deal with the sketchy people You know, they’ve hidden away all the pay phones I don’t trust the Gov’t hiding behind rain coats The shadows are weary with their demodulation Open your windows to the rain – expect justice I shall bare my raw breast in hopes of emotional rehabilitation Like this: Like Loading...
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In the front window in all my glory Watching cars pass by in their haste Hands on my hips – I am the Pan Maybe not like your bedtime story Searching for the beauty they tend to waste Like this: Like Loading...
Waking early before the morning
Monitoring the world, as I sip my achromatic brew
The front window, my porthole to beyond
From this security, I decipher what is true
I try to formulate tangible creations
Converting inspiration into mere words
Observations from my suburban perch
Sharing stories with Poe’s bleak-hued bird
Writing down the secrets she might share
Enlivening my dreams on this quiet block
Churning thoughts into hopeful spools
In which might allow my mind to dynamically unlock Like this: Like Loading...
Sitting at the windowsill
Fingers stained by my ink Face red & tranquilly humbled Cold & tumbled; too frozen to think
The nights are dropping temps I’ll need to do everything to keep warm Though I’m unwrapping each layer Eagerly embracing your gracious form
Life is a fine chance to love you Trading kisses as I adjust your weary crown Telling stories of our younger days & the magic that happened in a little Arizona town
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Passion failing all around me
We’re all exposed on the battleground Hearts breaking wide open Sketchy footing, leaving the night unsound
Cautiously looking out into the world
I’m safely behind doors & my windowpane A vicious society who always destroys Forcing love to wither & die in vain
Cherishing the woman I’ll forever desire
Who wears my great-grandmother’s ring Upon us to ensure it doesn’t happen here With her in my arms, I’ll always I’ll cling Like this: Like Loading...
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Summer mornings; rising without the alarm
Open the windows while we’re still in the shade God’s fresh air can’t do any lasting harm Yet, snuggle up close; no sense in letting this warmth fade Like this: Like Loading...
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Waiting for lightning to strike
Within these summer storms I’ve found a good woman Her love keeps me nice & warm
No need to venture out there
For then we’d need to find clothes I’m content right where I am Watching everything from my bedroom windows Like this: Like Loading...
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Once upon a suburban street
Where we lived, loved & laughed Summer comes early in Jax So, this house no longer has a draft
Warmth lets me resume my natural being
Yet windows aren’t doors; they’re see-through I strut along, giving my neighbors A bit more than a casual view Like this: Like Loading...