Poetry
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Hot-boxing Hot Wheels on a Friday night Summer sunset swallows the horizon as electric tears vow revenge Asphalt sizzles with each bullet, bleeding heat before the speeding beasts Windows hide first kisses and final goodbyes How silly you were Red & blue signal when Flee or face the phallus To peasant’s field or potter’s stone…
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Saint Anthony The devil is knocking on your door Donning Christ’s mask Speaking angel; plotting sacrifice Blood in life’s river to satiate the politically hungry El Camino beckons the refugee Freedom becomes teased tickles on toes too horrified to stand Who wears who’s mask? Perhaps we seek answers answered previously, yet ignore its delivered wisdom…
The Gonzo Wolf 