by Stephen A. Rozwenc
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movement as meditation
silver coins plopped in a gypsy glass
7 shades of succulent desperation
tack north
along a rocky coast
to skirt
ambition’s dark menopausal squawk
temple yellow blue eschew
and emerald green parasols
twirl trembling coral forests
while frothy chandeliers
bubble the uninterrupted leitmotif
rose colored vagina monologues
disseminate
extravagant penis soliloquies
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silence demystifies
heart sharpened bamboo slivers
but only
if they sew
benevolent ventricles
into a beheaded Buddha’s
stoic stone chest
while the whosoever chalice
nibbles
on juicy suburbanites
serendipitous emptiness
presides
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those indecipherable flutter sighs
reek of devotion's
cyclical ambrosia
internal blah blah blah
to balance the inescapable
external cha cha cha
small candle flames lie to snow
while white moths circle
chance meetings
where everything matters
please call me
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