4/5/2023 0 Comments Carine crystal crack![]() ![]() I wish I were about to land on Plymouth Rock, And had a chance to do it all again but do it right. I roared into the heavens and I soared, And landed where I started on a flexing diving board. I lust for fame, And after never finding it I never was the same. The hurricane undressing of democracy in Baghdad starts to sink The shrunken page size of the New York Times, and yet we had A newspaper that mattered once, and that is sad, But that was when it mattered. I followed Gandhi barefoot to Remind me there is something else till it began to rain. It makes men miss Saddam Hussein! Democracy in Baghdad makes men think Monstrosity was not so bad. Beer chasers gave dos caballeros double vision, second sight- Twin putti pissing out the hotel window on the Scottish dawn. Pierre Leval, we loved those years! We knocked back shots of single malt all night. I do remember poor King Richard Nixon’s madness. The flowers when they reach the stars are tears. The fireworks are a fleeting puff of sadness. It is grand! I put my mobile in her ampersand. ![]() Just getting to the landing through the dark That has been interrupted for a minute is a lark. We’re squirting squeezes like a wedge of lime! It’s like a shout. ![]() The so delicious Busby Berkeley dancers dance A movie musical extravaganza on the staircase with me every night. I’m on a timer that will give me time To see the way and up the stairs before the lights go out. I look for the minuterie as if I were in France, In darkness, in the downstairs entrance, looking for the light. ![]()
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