Tallon Fassi

 

The high can always get higher.
That’s what the peyote runners
screamed out in the desert nights.
Chasing that high.
Reaching new Heights.

Lost alone in the expanses
Romance is a lost art
Geishas making pop tarts.

All types of people interacting
Reacting…boiling &
Back drafting.

Drawing down on the River.
Gliding on ace pontoons
Everyone is due there time.
Bust a rhyme.
Make a movement.
To improve rent?
Never Repent Love.

You are what I think of while
I’m insightful.
Manifesting …

waiting until I get interesting.

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Still stars shutter in Parallax
Dripping their light into dark ink
The growing moon left soft to wax.
Chocolate irises dilate under winks.

Sun burning in a frozen sky
Formations flush diamonds
Howling winds snaking by
Bowed birches on the mend

Pools of water ripple aquamarine
Ivory bones washed pristine
Geyser building heads of steam
Callous mixtures bathing dirt clean.

Alone is not the answer
Together we stroll along
Slipping moonwalk dancers
To our very own song

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My brain is a bit reflexive,
a contusion of popular cultures and drama trends.
Trying to push your brain outside your head;
vortex of nothing but lead.
Life is a game with the devil,

and the angel’s trashed.

So let me rehash the painful past for a moment.
I’m not trying to make an atonement,
my thoughts are constellations.
The migrations of nations.
Before I get caught in
A matrix of solid playground
and alone in the dark,
I’ll slide right down to the garden of thoughts.
Easter eggs covered in spots.
When my head aches
I think about all the times
I’ve let my prose turn in to rhymes.
I channel sublime feels of love,
This ending seems kind of abrupt!

 

 

 

Photo by

Zulaikah Anderson.

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I had a King sized bed,
Moreover, my sovereign lost his head
Spoke of subjects ethereal in weight
Dictated Zen in a soapbox state
Sympathizing with leaking eyes
I offered up robes with amethyst dyes
He stripped himself bare
Stepped down off his golden chair
Walked into the forest without a care
I metamorphosed into the Queen of Hearts
Sneakily baking Rohypnol tarts
Sent out spies to lure and ply.
Yet meditating under willows the King simply sighed.
Refused the food, just thought to wait
So I sent a representative who engaged in debate
Then west met east in trees shade
It was pronounced it a love crusade.
Enlightened tongues was laced with hypnotic lines
The King bequeath karma wine,
One by one they marched to fate
And all join under the shade with my prodigal mate.
At last my ivory castle held but I
Smashed all the mirrors but couldn’t reach the sky.

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Look with wise eye.

Realize your body is not different

Don’t be gaudily, and insecure

There is a cure

Time can’t be wasted

It’s the bitterness we have to face

To erase it

You must Understand and Love

God and Jesus and Judea

Moses rubbing Buddha’s

Belly.

There were bombs in the Delhi!

What was the reason?

Does it justify treason?

Waging words as weapons and claiming its debate.

I will sing a song of love to You.

You may whistle on our way.

Midnight summers rides in the dark

Handle bars and your hands the only thing touching me.

Promise to meet in the park,

You hiding from the sun

 Me burning to a crisp.

With hair a mess,

 smelling like you were under arrest.

My defenses you de-fenced.

I’ll never forget the emerald tint of the scarf that

You wore in the sea.

Sleeping on the beach never were so many so happy

You and Me and the stars.

In the morning sun the bluffs glowed red like Mars

To further prove my point,

the cops took Max’s tent

Not Ours!

 

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