Once echoed (Blogophilia 34.15)
Just this once I want to be a winner Just this once I wish for peace Just this once I wonder about the handbasket Just this once Over the echos Of just this once.
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The Pier is Gone (Blogophilia 31.15)
The light show was going over the horizon. A weekend stand Only that. Two people in a lost city Caught on the rebound Passing the time. The sea was angry. Earrings and things bobbed with the waves. Secret places found Promises denied Lies kept The pier was gone when he woke Washed to sea. And so was she There was nothing to remember. Not her name, anyway. Only the voices in his head Calling his name.