Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Surrounded by hot sleepy summer afternoon
by bluesy solitude – and off-key songbirds
that crackle jack and crow – I’m caught

and gather the practice of the faded sun –

it flows, like a death, alone, combatant
through these un-air-conditioned vents
like a chorus of bells, at a length
like un-cried tears, sung on vocal rise.

Now exhausts itself and sweats, clenched
like a rag over my loneliness – as my
hot persuasion falls and calls the twilight –
the wet scent of this homeless seaboard
of which only I’m aware

when it comes to my feet in tease
to win my vote.

I want you to know just how proud I am of this Joel. How excited I was when you suggested we write together, how excited I still am that we created this poem *smile*
Writing with you is a great honour and a pleasure. I can't wait to do it again...if you're up for it that is.

Thank you

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