Ecotone

 What we have-what you had.
 Dark, dark grains in the crops of betrayal.
 A maudlin sensation worth all despise.
 The daytime shining, and a nighttime good for us.
 Absent as an adage.
 Severe, severe. Ever so sinisterly.  
 Warnings to all holding time, holding company. 
 The moments decimated by remains,
 The moments punctuated by loss,
 Prove severe, sinister. Ever so severely. 
 Viscera strewn over the light,
 Over the skirt of the country, 
 In the alarming accents. 
 Accelerate the abducts of trailing dungarees,
 Of weathermen, sinner men, 
 Like the radio reverie we’re living in.
Strangled sobs and dangling sounds,  
 Sonorous to the sheath armies brittle bridge. 
The newness of blooming nurseries set in a sphere
Of abandon.
The aerated abilities of passion trapped in an aviary
Far away.
The noon of good expressions quilting a menagerie
of scandium.  

  Havoc in an awakening. 
In a dream of adventure,
You're there and I'm there,
With the greed and the bliss,
Awake in an abyss. 

I’ll look for you in movie screens, I’ll look for you magazines. I’m taking off the sirens scene .

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Watt

It's all a matter of rust and shine, to serve a distinction between to have and to have not.

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  4. I was inclined to employ a Southern drawl when reading it aloud until I came to an Irish or other point. The words are eloquent, no waste only fashion. The ladies of your words, I would ask to dance and want to crawl under their dresses. I sweat when I read, such memories of love making in the days of American lit classes and maybe Faulkneresque.

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    1. I should change the Belfast thing, it makes no sense. But coming to your review: Wow! Does this actually have that much influence and literary drive? Thank you so so much.

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