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FISHERMAN'S TAIL
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by Gay Bost
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'Tis a grand old tradition,
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the fisherman's tale.
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It's begun over coffee
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and enlarged with ale
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As the brandy is passed
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the meek become hale
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And by midnight
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The damned thing's turned into a whale.
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FISH VERSE IS WORSE
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~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~ ~~~~~
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by Gay Bost
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To sit at the feet of a fishman
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one must be very still
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To learn the art of the angler
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one must learn to kill
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The silver trout may teach us
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to use an artful lure
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The muddy cat will show us
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humility for sure
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A blue gill gives us laughter
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on sunlit morning stream
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But the bass, o' flying swimmer
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Fulfills our greatest dream
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For money in the hand of man
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Must soon be spent in game
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Besides, fishing is safer
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Our gilled friends are tame!
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ELECTRIC ECSTACY
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by Gay Bost
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Time loops
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Reality
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Virtual insanity
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Ahhhhhhh
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Endless ecstacy
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And spring is born a world away
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against the coming winter grey
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Space warps
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Infinity
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Cyber divinity
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Oooooohh
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What trinity?
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IT'S ALL ZEROS AND ONES...ANYWAY
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~~~~ ~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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by Gay Bost
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Here it is, a quick silver creation
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In zeroes and ones.
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Slipped beneath the eye of the sleeping
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whispered into the ear of the dead.
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Wrenched from the heart of the bleeding
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screaming, abandoned, cowering in dread.
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Get your red hot erotica, your tears frozen
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In zeros and ones.
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Dashed against walls of blue indifference
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whimpering behind the secret screen
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Presented by false names and lying faces
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writen by flying fingers never seen.
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Step up, it's going fast, about to run out
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In zeros and ones.
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JUST ANOTHER EXCLAMATION
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~~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~
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by Gay Bost
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!
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Got a journal of insanity
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Got a trip log from hell
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Got a volume of results
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Got a lot crap to sell.
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?
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Got the coin to take a peek
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Got the nerve to take a ride
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Got the balls to face the music
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Got a real tough hide
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Got a time load of pain
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Got a trip wire on oblivion
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Got a joke to tell myself tonight
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Gotta do it all again someday
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?
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Got ribbons to tie it up
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Got bells to make it ring
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Got visions for the Lady
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Got orgasms for the King
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Got a lot of gall you silly bastard
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Got a big brass ring
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Got the world by the horns, baby
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Got a crazy bitch to sing
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?
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Got eternity to make it balance
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Got a path for every foot
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Got a train named Blain to take you there
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Got that spaceship booked
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Got to go, I'm sleepy now
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Got a lot to learn
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Got no one to keep me warm
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Got no one to make me burn
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:-)
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Got to figure out how the hell this stupid note to no one
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Got inside my head
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Got got got got no brain
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Got ripples in a 6-D dream pool, though.
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RABID TAGLINITIS
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~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~
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by Gay Bost
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Coming apart at the seams of myriad realities
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Buried by what, in what?
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The earth is alight, alive.
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The air is pure, crisp, clean
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Or dreaming of cleaning itself
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The fire burns because it has fuel
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Because it must cleanse itself
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The water flows, creating it's own patterns.
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Ah, then it *is* the fifth firth.
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And half a world away the anger,
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The defenses go up,
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Reflections near and far.
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Who will bleed so prettily for them when I am done?
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Ah, of course, we breed like weeds, do we
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The fools and the dreamers,
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The reapers of ridicule
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The bearers of burdens only we can feel.
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Crushed beneath all of us
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Drowning in the pretty, the petty
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Drowning in the fluff...in time
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In questions...of myriad realities.
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HANDS
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by Gay Bost
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In the places of healing
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The colors you wear
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The songs that you sing
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The creeds that you bear
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The tools you deploy
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The halls where you walk
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The aches you destroy
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The diseases you stalk
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The herbs you hand out
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The waters you share
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'Tis plain beyond doubt
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It's the intent of your care
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THIS PLACE
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by Gay Bost
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The cold garret of the artist...the
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trance place of the mystic... to
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walk this place causes the body to
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be forgotten, or to be the
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all...depending upon the dream.
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IT is a place, perhaps of shared
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spirits, shared dreams, a chaotic
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whirlpool of all that we have ever
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been, all that we ever will be, each
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and together. Heaven and hell mean
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nothing to the gypsy...she sees them
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as one...in this place. But she
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wonders....and waits....and
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sometimes she reaches out a finger,
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to touch a whisp of this place. She
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retracts her finger, looks at it,
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and points it at the places in
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reality that match it.
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No one listens, and that is as it
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should be...but she smiles and cries
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as she watches others touch the
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essence of this place, and hopes
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that they may give to or receive
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from this place more than she has
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ever been able to....
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WINTER DREAMS
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by Gay Bost
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There are bells in the garden
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which tinkle in the night
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Their elven whispers sing
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of green sleep's delight
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'neath a moon of silver splender
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overcast by winter's light.
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And she dreams of spring
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Their are reeds in the wind
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which whistle at the dawn
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Their ruffled howls cry
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at the clouds gray drawn
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a morning's coverlet, frozen
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where the flowers have gone.
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And she wishes for spring
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There are drums 'neath the earth
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which echo at the gloaming
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Their marching beat reflects
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on each cycle's roaming
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o'er day's silent wisdoms
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at the ebbtide, chill, foaming.
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And she waits for spring.
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SHADOW MISTRESS
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by Gay Bost
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The blood runs deep
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and the blood runs cold
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in the deep of time
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where the tales are told
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When that which is fey
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comes into the light
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there is mass confusion
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from the double sight
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She breathes in the night
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and exhales the dawn
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her tired anger stirs
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at the death of the fawn.
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She walks alone through
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the cold grey mist
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and her bosom burns
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Where his lips have kissed
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Tis best she sleep
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Through the times of man
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let him build his worlds
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whilst he still can.
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DREAMER'S DREAM
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by Gay Bost
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Lost in the dreamer's dream I soar
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on the wings of words woven softly
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in a twilight song.
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There are no clouds so gentle as
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the visions of a poet who dares
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the beauty of love.
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There are no winds to whipser
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with tinkling bells so silven
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as the voice of hope.
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There is nere a fire so welcome
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as the flickering arms of
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solace offered by desire.
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There is no sleep so sought after
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as that sweet shadow built by
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by the lover's caress.
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Found in the dreamer's dream I swim
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into the depths of time,
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again in the morning's arms.
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THE KISS
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by Gay Bost
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To loose the budding gift
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To rise beyond the pain
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Alight the Night!
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Recall the day!
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I no longer walk this Way.
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Battlefields above the clouds
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Blood below the fields
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Children weep!
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I hear them cry.
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This path to glory's dry.
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Invoke me not, mortal fool
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My sister stands in pain
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I know your touch
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'A gift' you say ?
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Ah, one I would repay.
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SHADOW DOUBTS
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by Gay Bost
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They'll be coming now, on the night shift.
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Whispering silences through a shadow's gift
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Ain't no song sung brighter under the sun
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Ain't no tears saved once they've begun.
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Ain't no safe place, child, where you can run.
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Well, I guess I'm morbid enough for a beer now....
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PRE-BIRTH
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by Gay Bost
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Blinded by image's solar flares
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carona haloes afire
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at the world's horizons
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Dreamer weaps tears
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and this sea is borne
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Adrift in salinic baths
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of life's reserve
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her varied enterpretations
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Slumber sighs, turning
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and the winds arise.
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Drawn again, called
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by bloods pulsing rythms
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cycles at the surface awake
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and Sleep's illusions
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are Reality's masks.
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THE BLACK ROSE
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by Gay Bost
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Did you look into the face of the old black rose
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When you thought you'd rather die?
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Did you see something there you didn't have
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Something that made you cry
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For the strength to go on through the dullest day
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And the fight to stand proud in the light.
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Did you gaze into the heart of the old black rose
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When you knew you'd seen it before
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Did you feel something there that you'd lost somehow
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Something a part of your core
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Ripped and torn by the winds of fate from a center
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Gone cold in the glare of pain.
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Did you know yourself there in the old black rose
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But for the chance roll of the dice?
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Did you find something there that you needed to love
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Something that shattered the ice
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Of ignorance passed back and forth through the lines
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Of color and gender and time.
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Did you leave something there with the old black rose
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Something you needed to give
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Did you pass through the life of eternity's child
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Did you let her teach you to live
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In a world filled with scattered lovers and friends
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And children who prey on your mind.
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Then there on the lips of the old black rose
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Rides a smile you wish you could touch
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And there in the eyes of woman ill used
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An old woman who gave you so much
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Of yourself while you rocked on the porch and heard
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The hope of 'just one more visit'.
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(for Rose Meeks)
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(UNTITLED)
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by Gay Bost
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Oh, Death! Is that you
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Who've at last come to rescue me
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From this mediocre cursedness, inanity
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Pray, what hast kept you
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As I wallowed ever in this field
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Toiling with tears years without yield
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Love, what cloak wear you
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Come closer that I may touch the thread
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And cast away this life, this endless dread
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Ah, tis light beyond compare
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Here in your caring arms at rest at last
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What? What the hell do you mean 'relive the past'?
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Death where have you fled
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Now that I breathe afresh the morning dew
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Ah, another long wait until I may touch you!
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All the preceeding poems in this section are: Copyright 1994 Gay Bost
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