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'Reptiles & Dust' is 162 
stanzas long, seven lines 
each.  The first thirteen, 
as seen here, were posted
26 June, 2002.  i will be
posting other epics as i go
along.  i believe i am in the
process of writing one on the
home page right now.  
Never can tell...
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these are a rage and a sonnet
a march through March
two thousand and two

Reptiles and Dust

Such is life
there are places to go
streets to avoid
the latter teeming
a blood and guts scenario
who are we wonder
these denizens forest under

Writing turns my toes green
i wiggle my brain
moss grows and no one knows
a leaning toward the bends
controversial intentionally misspoken
perhaps no one will notice
another worm tripping

Having torn the ends out of my socks
wear them on elbows instead
ride this river tube painless
each curve an adventure
smile...   symmetry is the woman
love is her rapid desire
a wing under water

Does the way home
find you know your face
charmed by wisdom
the crooning of crones
the boy ran off with gypsies
nah there was a girl
worth every pound as bait

A life spent gnawing bones
growling the occasional song
having never heard the call to retreat
youth spent in senseless engagement
a perilous journey at best
chances are odds on chances aren't
the ring golden dissolves

She wanted to be a poster Child
March of Dimes or some thing less
a courageous miracle survivor
she knew she had it in her
the disease power to overcome
like Anne Frank Child Diarist
ah life...  ended up on a milk carton

Do faces in the news
have lesser dreams
are they diluted by ink
who will teach them to die
whose soul faded face
i threw the paper in the trash
with utter disdain

His cow pinned him to the wall
he gasped and like a huge snake
she stole his breath of space
her bounty of milk lay
in a puddle around his feet
his ears heard last the bell
round her neck...   she shook her head

In some pastures alfalfa
sweet scent of first love
and the death of reason
weight of passion flower scent
rolling in the haymow
old men on car trips
roll down the window and dream

i am not sure i possess
the energy to be bad
but for you sweet lady i will try
In the name of sanity why she cries
would you call a wolf to your bed
deny the gentleman
entertain a monster

She is hiding under the bed
doesn't have the courage to slay him
but will in the end
a series of tiny viscous bites
in the manner of all sticks
will he be whittled down
by the knife of her charms

These edge of teeth
and time hard bitten
grinding shriek a metal wound
we do tend to talk big
and suffer low
make way for travelers
simply hold our ground

Last night and a pillow down
but how could we know
a realm of darker angels
might appear and hold us blest
stretch us into a single skin
drawn tight as night and then
tender us to the dawn



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                                 Tom