Four stars light up my skies at night
one for you, two for us and one that picks up light
colored red, pink and blue, I think
purple too.....
Funny thing, never noticed them before you....
Porn stars light up Freddie's old tube at night,
his girl falls asleep fast and they never fight,
as the four stars twinkle and dance in the Blue
I don't think he ever sees them like I do...
How could he, why would he? He's just my old neighbor,
but since he, but since WE look up at the same lure, that's at least that to ME, why doesn't he see
the four stars that I see smiling back at me?
Oh well....
..Hey honey, see the stars so bright in the night?
One for you, one for us, and one that picks up light?
Colors, red, pink and blue, I see purple too...
Funny thing, they weren't here before, before you...
Guess you brought them with you, my Girl Girlie Blue....
Guess your love has a way with me and the Blue too...
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
Beautif
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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Karen
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dan
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