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by Glenn Currierdulop
dulop
dulop..
dull divided gray
stony soporific whine
of the Interstate
in the distance
firm edges
of capitalist monuments
rival icons thrusting up
pitching their weedy trance
I drive this drone
longing for drops of liquid silver
from a crystal brook
to find the tide
that aches within
wedged and parked
my legs know the sidewalks
my feet the warped concrete
my hand the weight of doors
my finger the numbered floors
walking the hallway to my office
the knot of unrecoverable errors
and deadline tendrils
worm into my brain
and then
ahead through the glass
her smile says welcome
the brown energy in her eyes
cascades and cleanses
the rusty inner acoustics
tuning the tender summons
of this day
and I breathe. 07/08/2005 Author's Note: Dedicated to my friend Janat McClanahan
Posted on 07/08/2005
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier
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| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 07/12/05 at 02:09 PM 'ahead through the glass
her smile says welcome
the brown energy in her eyes
cascades and cleanses
the rusty inner acoustics
tuning the tender summons
of this day
and I breathe.'... amidst all the dullness and bordom, one quality impression is capable enough of transfoming cruder energies in to fine bringing the required change in the mood. Well, this depends not only in the positive and refined vibrations but also on the association one has with this external stimuli.
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| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/13/05 at 01:08 AM A lovely tribute to a friend! Moves flawlessly from boredom to pleasant alertness. |
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