Tallon Fassi

I love wine

but..

they can’t seem to make it without

water.

(Even Jesus was in need of some H2O for miracles.)

“I’m the worst hooker ever.”

We should be getting paid for this.

“I told him,”

I love you from

here to the moon

and

back a trillion times.

Weeping willow fireworks.

Purple as you burn out.

Mystic breezes from above,

cool my passion’s heat down.

“However,

I will go Spartacus on your ass!

It’s not okay to eat me!”

We have issues…

We want the shit to go away.

Water is a basic right.

This is not done bitches!

Give us what we need.

Give us water.

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Blazin mad L’s

and I feel stupendous.

“Rarrrrrrrrarrrrrrraarrrraa”

(Air thrusting through tongue in rapid vibration.)

Feeling nice.

Feeling vibes.

Smoke on top of red wine.

I love you baby.

This is the dope freshness!

Must have permission slips to ride this

and

You must be this high*.

I’d rather be here now… doing this

than in a car with

the windows rolled up on the crowded highway, commuting.

Everyday we are hustling just to stay breathing.

Alive.

Sipping on Vino,

that’s what we know!

Oh the silliness.

Oyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyo

Oh the silliness.

These words are delicious.

Dutch master dreams

and

Block Island Knights.

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Thousands of miles of destinations

and curiosity’s intrigue

has compacted steam caves

encompassing my beating skin.

Crawling back within what

I’ve always known.

Poverty and taking sides on principle

are mind tricks.

Perhaps its time to reevaluate justice

an eye for an eye is

 blood lust not

healing.

Put death on display and

tell your  children to look at the ceiling?

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Old Japanese provherb

cautions against getting into a

Tsunami Barrel with a cat;

So

Ratatouille on a spoon

Blowing smoke mermaids

in Victorian poetry saloons.

Reeling in fish sculpted in tins;

Photons gleam off the

golden mean.

Galloping zebras with silver wing.

I’m on edge then the bee doth sting!

Fancy flowery flourished funk!

Thrusting trusting tasty cunt!

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Singing on the back of the beat.

Syncopation sounds love proximity

Do not editorialize!

Shut up and put your ear on

the drummer is running the show.

Flow with authority

be in the moment of poetry

test the power of every line

“Let the rhythm be the ear worm

that gets stuck in your mind.”

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Vital Information,

for those who need to know

everything!

Knowledge is savvy

Allie, Krack.

Reefs that grow Mary Jane

and give back.

Life?

Breathe!

Why so serious?

I want to drive a micro-bus.

That is a home. To move when the winds moan.

NO! NO! NO!

YES! YES! YES!

Maybe?

Ladies prefer Amsterdam.

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The understated attitude prevail

scared vessels of everything and nothing.

Sipping on cask beers.

Strumming harmonies

and prominent Pointillism

if you please

thank you for the chance to see.

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Posh avenue apartment to water proof tent.

This was truly a feat of the majesty.

Inequality of the haves and have knots, or what not.

Pressure building in the core of issues,

passive interaction faction the entire system.

What’s to be?

Minds soak; rung in the oils leaking from… no longer the metal drums.

It will all fall down.

Children are left mentally unfed.

The truth is the hemlock in a play of deception

Verbally choking by heavy social positions

Economic suffering of seeds

Perceptions are loving a lie,

yes indeed.

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Plates of glass shattered by

sardonic lazars of sound.

It’s these thoughts that resound

in my body profound.
Resurrections of mind candy,

culinary confections.
Dissecting the past in mass deceptions
History is how your write it,

what’s my directions?

Green and sweet and divine.
How can it be legal to make heaven a crime?
Freedom is knowledge

and I bequeath mine.

Betty when You call me…

You can call me Al!

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Your buttery words fatten my ears
with revolutionary promises
philosophies that endears.

get on my boat still
and claim you can ride?
boasting that has me swallowing
my pride,
perhaps to keep you?

talk is cheap!
and I’m not preaching voodoo!
or am I?

my one good eye
in my forehead
told me to write down
the whispers of
what goes unsaid.

time is my x ray vision to see through you.

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