Yellow Dawn (For Joe Pulver) Weaver of dreams. Eternal Behind the pallid mask Sitting on his throne (rust) The alleyway, wet, dark Night, thick, puddles from rain (Or tears?) Memories of book owner, grim Sweat stained shirt, toothless Cash passed, book slid Squirmed? Across counter Opened!! Vistas... Word? Words? Brightness, land scape so so so... Desolate .. 2 moons in sky? Or is it in the sea? There she is, holding a lily, so golden. Dances with love, laughter, smiles wide. He touches her, silk hair, wet kisses Of cold! Freezing! God!! Freezing Wait! Numb yes Better... So much better Awake. Dream. -Rick Powell
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| - Yellow Dawn (For Joe Pulver) Weaver of dreams. Eternal Behind the pallid mask Sitting on his throne (rust) The alleyway, wet, dark Night, thick, puddles from rain (Or tears?) Memories of book owner, grim Sweat stained shirt, toothless Cash passed, book slid Squirmed? Across counter Opened!! Vistas... Word? Words? Brightness, land scape so so so... Desolate .. 2 moons in sky? Or is it in the sea? There she is, holding a lily, so golden. Dances with love, laughter, smiles wide. He touches her, silk hair, wet kisses Of cold! Freezing! God!! Freezing Wait! Numb yes Better... So much better Awake. Dream. -Rick Powell
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| - Yellow Dawn (For Joe Pulver) Weaver of dreams. Eternal Behind the pallid mask Sitting on his throne (rust) The alleyway, wet, dark Night, thick, puddles from rain (Or tears?) Memories of book owner, grim Sweat stained shirt, toothless Cash passed, book slid Squirmed? Across counter Opened!! Vistas... Word? Words? Brightness, land scape so so so... Desolate .. 2 moons in sky? Or is it in the sea? There she is, holding a lily, so golden. Dances with love, laughter, smiles wide. He touches her, silk hair, wet kisses Of cold! Freezing! God!! Freezing Wait! Numb yes Better... So much better Awake. Dream. Mouth like cotten. Needs drink Touches throat. Unshaven for days Damp pillowcase stuck to cheek Dust rains down from above. Like cobwebs of filtere(d) thoughts No pillowcase, no sheet, Just silken mask. Clings tight Like long lost lover. Forever blind Remembers stumbling. Cold night Rain washes down. Doesnt cleanse him. Eyes. Grey faces appearing from windows. Falls. His throne warm under his frame. Remove mask. Cannot. Wishes not Its a spider. Lovingly holding prey Dark soul screams. No ears hear -Rick Powell 1/17/2013
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