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CITY TALK

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In this turbulent city

the shrill alarm of the sun

awakens me

to kiss a new morning sky.

A thick brown cloud of smog

tickles me

to open my dreary eyes

and smell the rising dawn.

 

Roaring motorcars

and boisterous buses

sing a brutal song

to my distressed ears.

Grueling heavy metal

in a crescendo

of muddled thrash.

 

Soon faces in the traffic

snarl viciously at me

with all the shortcomings

of the previous

disenchanted evening.

 

Tall looming skyscrapers

stare brooding at me

dark shaded windows

laughing.

Traffic lights

are yelling at me

in enigmatic code

only gods can understand.

 

At the close of night

the roads are deathly silent

and I

have yet

to say a word.

:like ON THE EDGE OF PO VER CITY

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on the tattered street by the sidewalks of diversity

lies bare and broken the remnants of a civilization’s dream

discarded and no longer significant to the progress of the modern era.

the streets of silence howl with night, they feel the brittle fingers of the bite

………………………..of the lost entrails of the fading sun

they feel that comet on the run

like no longer dying

……………….but no longer fun.

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……………………..The bright illuminated headlights of the planets sun

………………………………………….shines above the city like a darkened plum

…………………….the skins of the city dirty come

………………….for a breadth of pleasure to fill their sum

……………….but the dreams of the mortals are not soon over run

………….for they savored bitter, sweetness of the silent one.

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…………………..broken and shattered you can hear them plea

……………….salvage the remnants or they’ll never see.

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……………………..and back on the street the wheels still roar

…………….as the fire of the sky above does burn

………………………..so the wheel of the killer still does turn

…………..as the remnant on the street feels the rubber pound

……so the motor and the earth felt the burning ground.

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………………………….bells ring         souls sing

……..and the remnant and the sky didn’t hear a sound

…………………..they were happy for the silence

……………………………………in a dream

……………………………………….they   found.

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fj llorente – Texas Max King – circa 1996

RIVETS AND BUNS (A War Story of Love)

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Her soft hands
warmly knead my flour
a precious cargo
booming to land another flawless mission.

To Paris on her smell.

He doesn’t feel the final rivet snap
blooming foreskin
shielding the butt tip of his cockpit
as it rips apart
on his final approach
to her runway.

He smells the Paris of her hands baking.

DEEP MINES

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Mines I slave for nights and days

the dark depths conceal

hard hammered walls

of bones and dirt.

 

One hollow cavity I follow

pounding loud and soundly

a suckled pulse

for a dire gem of pleasure

and a mass mother lode.

 

In the core shaft of pursuit

the bright gilded veins

gleam ruptured passion

from every mind’s eye

my find you are mine

dear lover.

 

 

 

 

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Written August 25, 1999
Revised November 2, 2015

:OBSERVATIONS ON A NOVEMBER DARKNESS ON THE EDGE OF TOWN

It’s almost time for me to head back home
but today I feel a darkness creeping
across the globe dark forces seeping
they find the holes when I am sleeping
or when I am not fighting them and keeping
them on the defensive.
They are greedy green mean machines.
Real powers and real forces. There are those that
don’t believe me. They don’t see them every day.
So they give them holidays, so they can do what they may, and take away, more of what you pay and pay. They do not understand that only they can stop them. But they must fight them every day. Without a holiday. Believe what I say.
Drugs you don’t need.
Healing plants you can’t have.
Poisons in your food to make you pay.
Wars and weapons to pay and pay in lives.
Watching and listening, taking away your dignity,
your humanity, your joy.
Tricks to fool you, pay you to work,
then take your money away.
You never own anything. They own you.
You can stop them.
You must stop them.
Stop the banks from stealing.
Stop the companies from cheating.
Stop the people from lying.
Stop the government from killing.
Love.
Love is not religion.
Love is not a competition.
Love is not waiting for the reward.
Love is Nature.

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11/13/13 – fjl

CHILL

i opened my refrigerator today

cool sensations of life inspired me to dig deeper

the light of the universe filled a dark room

and the cabbage made me think

juice of a thousand wars pure and unsweetened

tomatoes hit every bad act ever performed

by any slice of meat

egg head lined eyes on the embryonic world

from every chicken never born

lest the rotting stench of life decay

tickle a nose with the sulfur mine of love

shake your mustard

or else

not even your best squeeze

will stop dripping wet first fallen

from lonesome cucumber

where is your cavity

lemon sour yellow dreams

no limes, no clouds, no perfect life

where are you hiding sweets

why is your sweet hiding

is your middle shelf always full

or does unspoiled milk still feed

your baby right times

waters of a thousand lies

keep yogurt smiles healthy

hold your mayonnaise tight

and don’t let your ketchup slip

or you will never catch up

you will never slip tight

sleepless nights might

frighten you to close the door

and never again open

and never open it again

never knowing if the light turns off

alone.

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August 2013

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WHO AM I

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WHO ARE YOU

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SOUNDS OF NOTHING AND THE SIGHT OF NO ONE

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NO ONE LISTENS, NOTHING IS HEARD

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FOOTSTEPS IN THE SANDS ARE WORN AWAY BY THE WINDS OF TIME

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THROUGH THE LONG HALLWAYS AND DOORSWAYS

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THE TOWERS OF MEN IN THE SHADOWS OF THE PALMS

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They run like colts
in river beds of solid wines
flicking whatever berries

at each other
or something.

They both understand the language
wondering with each other.
Laughing
and knowing

when they hurt each other.
Suffering for each others pain
and crying
because they dance

within each others rain.

 

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MOVING PICTURES

You have always been a movie to me
knowing I could never touch you.
Now you sit and stare at me
through the other side of this bottle
setting on the table here between us.

I feel as if a magic is missing
you are not the star I dreamed of.
Once you were the shining light
of my heavens dreaming
in a momentary wish.

Now I can see what I am left with
is not what I had hoped for.
I see what I am watching
is not what I had once enjoyed.

You have always been a movie to me
now my life plays in reverse.
I never could quite touch you
now I know
I’ve touched too much.

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