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Shimmering Warmth The musty smell of mold spores and wasting red oak seeped into my pores. The floor squeaked and sqealed, with a dark undertone of secrecy, beneath my gentle step.
The light shown through the fading stained glass window, colorfully illuminating each and every particle in it's path; a Shimmering Shower of warmth. The comforting light on my face feels light home and it is here my soul is recuscitated.
Voodoo Soul Hubcap dreams shame the desert's decisive soft eye while slow humble feet drag across Sandpaper Troughs. Drunken Dust calls forth the decrepit Dawn Freaks. Yes they know already...
The Albino Begger pleases nothing but his moon. Trigger Thunder defies my Tree Trunk Arms, devouring my Voodoo Soul and Precious Pearls.
Tourniquet Boys The Spangled Sun mimics my ever churning cross-roads. I need not the Abused Angel's approval. Trident Tears trail soft sap down my cheek. The red giant forest is where I will lay.
Tourniquet Boys chase me to the hollow songs. The Metal Thunder above causes the Fingernail Cliffs to abort all hope and the wind assures the twilight; just a little longer. Trifling swamp holes yield exploding Mud Cathedrals with eaves of Tropical Thrust.
Mid-drift yellows spill over the greens and white rainbows.
Let the Sparrows InI.
Blackbirds rest on the power lines,
their silhouettes form the notation
to a dawn song set on the sheet music
of telephone poles contrasted by the sun.
Curled leaves are land mines littered
on the lawn where imprints of twigs
and a nurturing robin's tracks collect.
Branchlets and leaflets stem from
porch step railings and mailboxes;
the numbers read odd on the east,
even on the west side of the asphalt:
The engraved letters on
the siding reads, "Davis."
This house is home to family
so let the sparrows in.
with its branching hallways
furniture rooted to the floor
family, friends, the occasional
out from home.
Let the sparrows in; let
Let the door's
loosen—let the door stand ajar
be let open
the night owls and
let the doves
in pairs in the iridescent
Let the sparrows in.
Framed on either side
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