Saturday, November 8, 2014

14 more randomized lines

quiet, flat. Where were all the shoppers?
need to conjure up my parents and my grandparents,
are gaps in time, that soon take flight –
like blood coursing through America’s veins.
And blossoms tantalize our eyes; in haste
and scale the highest peak –
and sweet, but I can’t remember
Remember years ago when we first met?
the same old routine…
as defined by classic standards)
El Gusto, playing Chaabi,
an emptiness that is shrinking
My passion source has wandered far from joy;

and shopping sprees and pundit prophecies

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