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.:Saturday, August 27, 2005:.
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Summer time
And the living was easy...

Summer floats like a grey swan
Like nature's dead ballerina
Dancing on the low lands
Her last dance into autumn.
Une Dernière Danse.
Gliding to the wistful mood
Of lust’s bad wisdom
And pride focused on
satisfaction in the present
not acknowledging the past
not concerned with the future.
The Song of the Summer woods,
Une Chanson Triste.
But with strength and command...
The rhapsodic Waltz of the Grey Swans.
A halft-written screenplay
A new found devotion
A message in a bottle
A Fernweh with no strings attached
A cigarette left burning –lion on fire-
A new found elation.
Summer's moments, the heart's keepsakes
Moments never forgotten in the sparkling
Crystal waters raped by the sun.
Summer's moments, the heart's keepsakes
To let hands edit, discover
Mouths lyric desire
And slake its fire –mgm on fire-
In polished prose
A Neruda in your heart
In anyones...
The overture of nature's orchestra
The black swans in aquatic AcidJazz
A musical arpeggio, one by one.
A halft-written screenplay
A new found devotion
A message in a bottle
A Fernweh with no strings attached
A cigarrete left burning –mgm lion on fire-
A new found elation, one by one.


Easy, living is easy.
Gray summers make living real.




Now Playing: Tenderly (Chet Baker) -Summertime (Louis Armstrong) Best Served With: Clight on the rocks.

"I lost my faith in the summertime
Cos it don't stop raining
The sky all day's as black as night
But I love complaining" -Oasis.
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.:Lo wrote this at: 2:15 PM:.
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