the night is quiet.
the crickets listen for song.
dark the melody.
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eyes peeled
the still deep blue lake
sparkles like fresh cut diamonds.
blinds like a sharp sun.
expiration dates
the world has a place.
a waiting room where men wait.
where dreams expire.
feeling fine
feline feeling fine.
on a carpet spread eagled.
purrs from velvet furs.
drunk on day
night is a black yawn.
drunk on one too many drinks.
head full of day pain.
wetter is better
rain, a wet veil
thrown across the urban sky.
wet as your sad eyes.