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Subject: Goodbye to Frank

Author:
andy

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Date Posted: 01:49:20 01/15/08 Tue

Goodbye to Frank

Fine lines that bend..............always
nothing is truly straight
I travel the tarred road
raised above black mud days

I can see behind your persona
the embossed expansion of your fears
crystallizing in small poems
penned with some conception
of the great truth trapped inside

small releases... like quick breaths
that feed the blood sweet oxygen
enough to keep your phony laugh alive

this saw grass that you chew on
could be replaced by seaweed
covered by a thin sheet of .."I am what I own"
like the shroud of Turin
trying to convince us
that it is,

or isn't you we see???????????????

I walk along no plank
there is a wide and gracious
highway at my door
I'd kiss the black soil
before I ever gave you
another single moment of respect
for I can sense the smirk
behind the frail sheen
I learned to walk before you
and you shall never walk ahead

I can feel the undercurrents
of your own dissatisfaction
hanging in the air like bad perfume
all the while claiming
you do it all for us

These bold words
they set me free
for I have tested your waters

I seek the great lakes
of laughter
the pleasure domes of peace
I wait only for a new day
another chance to sing my song

Adios Amigos, and so the story goes
three blind mice see how they run
and someone climbed a beanstalk
just to stick his head above a cloud
and sing

"I'm Free"

These wet winds that paint my face
a new color now somewhat close to red
though I am not embarrassed
nor do I feel a need to explain
why the cracks fill up with crayons
why the crows caw in desperate need
why the child cries while being held

the river bends before it bleeds
into the great sea
the sea itself feeds the clouds
the clouds drink until
they can drink no more
two shades short of black
they spill their guts
as the rain falls

I sit thinking of the sunflower
now six inches tall
soon to be smiling at me

there are some children
I will never never know
yet, they will sing my songs

In the end there is no end
only a new beginning

ajs

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