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I have a recurring reverie that is most prominently being expanded in my imagination, its like the set of a movie that occupies all the studio lots from California till eternity.

I meet passion, its a lip that is painted a greenish blue, it’s breath smells like lavenders and Robitussin, and it speaks in a European dialect but with a pronounced Australian accent. At first, its voice comes through a black dim dark, then its vices shine a little line on its parched edges, then all of its wounds redden the outlined countenance, it isn’t truly there and I can’t imagine further so its a fluctuation of sordid truth, and it disappears and the lips pluck a few words from the musical mind to interpolate to my humdrum. It orates a danger to die for, a fashionable drama to change within. It’s warnings are warming, the struggle seems worth the recessions since the dispersal have a strong release. It seems that every man gets his wish when he sees those lips, and he hears its voice come through a icy ease, a given comfort, and just a long fatuous dwindle between the cool and the cooler. In vivid interludes, it interviews me with tough questions, I ask it where to be. It says an island and explains the spirits is an island to unleash and that powers is a pathway that is not easy or trigonometry yet another sordid truth that gives the islands palm tress, Mercedes, white sandy beaches and an evermore reason to distract from the mundane stories of commonplace isles at the supermarkets.

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  1. From here to eternity …
    that’s a whole lot of trailer parks.
    With an Australian accent of passion,
    upon golden mushroom trips.
    I’ve kissed the sky
    seeking those lips.
    And wished upon a falling star.
    I’ve even prayed
    for a Mercedes Benz,
    but not a thing so far 😎

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      1. Thank you. You and other writers have different styles of writing and which makes each just as interesting, compelling and perhaps somewhat incomparable ☺️

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  2. Makes me want to go there. I love to listen to different accents and sometimes I repeat the words they say and how it looks coming out of their mouth to me. πŸ™‚ Odd I know but I do. I love the feeling in this one it feels like your illustration, mesmerizing and musing. πŸ™‚

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      1. You’re welcome, Watt.

        Such a talented writer/poet you are.
        Your work reminds me of beat-poetry which is my favorite. Keep inspiring us.

        P.S Did you get through what I replied to you on my post? Did you watch the clip video? If so, I’m anxious to peel more of the onion and reveal more of the poems meaning.

        I’m still waiting on others to give me the go ahead.

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        1. I copied and pasted that link but it doesn’t quite catch up to a video. I’ll try and try. I’m really anxiou and excited to see the nuance of your rich words.

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