«…
Moment of Freedom
as the prisoner
blinks in the sun
like a mole
from his hole
a child's 1st trip
away from home
That moment of Freedom
*
LAmerica
Cold treatment of our empress
LAmerica The Transient Universe
LAmerica
Instant communion and communication
lamerica
emeralds in glass
lamerica
searchlights at twi-light
lamerica
stoned streets in the pale dawn
lamerica
robed in exile
lamerica
swift beat of a proud heart
lamerica
eyes like twenty
lamerica
swift dream
lamerica
frozen heart
lamerica
soldiers doom
lamerica
clouds & struggles
lamerica
Nighthawk doomed from the start
lamerica
*
…
Can you dig it.
My meat is real.
My hands- how they move balanced like lithe demons
My hair- so twined & writhing
The skin of my face- pinch the cheeks
My flaming sword tongue spraying verbal fire-flys I'm real.
I'm human
But I'm not an ordinary man
No No No
*
…»
J. D. Morrison
"Wilderness"
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