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birdmad
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one foot
in front of the other
don't think
don't think
don't think
breathe
keep walking
you're thinking
stop it
keep walking
one foot in front of the other
don't think about
the planes overhead
the small waterbirds picking bugs out of the irrigation puddles
traffic
just keep walking
breathe, move
don't think
think,
don't breathe, don't move
stop
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misstree
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i prefer
stillness,
crickets and
clip clop footsteps
broken boots,
get those fixed,
stillness,
watch the trees,
they rustle and dip
to the same breeze
that blows across
brow, so sweaty,
taste it, drink the
gentle air and the
playground it dances,
houses shifting, personality
of the neighborhood
is not a constant,
it fades as another
intensifies before
step, step, slow but steady
progress, such a jaunt
on wheels, but wheels
don't notice the
shape of the mailbox,
the cat in the yard,
and by the time i get home,
i am calm and exhausted.
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oldephebe
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nice
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z
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walking home
streetlight tempo adagio rubato
i play at sleep
eyes closed
five steps
six
ten
and the tree looms large
tree escapes
wet hot shine reflects taillight drag
air pulls at my lungs tasting of tar
someone sings
i never see
the avenue inhales
uneven
silence filled with empty noises
coffee dream hollow resonance
with walking ears open
and glass crunch scrape
bitter tang in door closings
past too fast passages
screaming long moment exposure
windows close another tempo
and i arrive
no keys
and sit
sun a violent friend
day begins
from: desolate_and empty_hours
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desolate_and_empty_hours
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unhinged
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mantra
mantra_of_love
mantra_of_the_year
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070314
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unhinged
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i'm going to see the dalai_lama
i'm going to see the dalai_lama
i'm going to see his holiness
i'm going to see the dalai_lama
(and he'll probably just be a little speck from where my tickets are, but that's okay. i'm going to be in the same building as the dalai_lama )
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sameolme
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In the early 70's, I forget exactly
which year, the Dalai Lama was visiting
Berkeley Ca. As he was walking from his car to the back door of the building he was to speak in, I was standing at the side of the path trying to blow a conch shell horn in welcome. (It's traditional) I was really bad at it, and made a lot of strange sounds. As he passed me he loked over and smiled at me. His smile is still with me.
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:-)
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where is D.L ?
i wish he was my friend.
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falling_alone
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i am confident
i am confident
head held high
music blasting
i am on my own
i am confident
passerby eyes
wander over me
is there somethi-
no, confidence
i am confident
what is he look-
no, confidence
i am confident
swagger hips
head held high
music blasting
i am on my own
i am confident
but why do they-
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