Tallon Fassi

Mist saunters into a dance
over a mid-day lake.
America.
Carpet moss and weeping willows.
If I could translate the codes in the mist:
I could transform with all the mysteries of the Omniverse.
The daily pain of suffering would deconstruct itself.
Wading past disconcerting normalises
and functioning parodies.

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Tess…
bobs
up and down
and round
as she
sleeps.

In the ruby morning
she has no
worry brow wrinkles
that usually accompanies
her intricate
thought spindles.

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I make like I’m going to scream.

The breeze absorbs the sound

only I am left with the din I created.

Soft feet tip-toe down a wooden hall.

Watching after the very small.

I feel the world shake,

A breaking of the crusty cuts of earth

cities fashion.

Installations of constellation to navigate my trip.

Dip the ink with feathered tip.

Quips about each other’s deliverance

I’m under mother nature’s influence.

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Afternoon delight culminates;

poetry night.

Sky rockets in flight

pulling signs of love .

Freedom is but a moment away,

while we float on.

Taking my hand;

I like a women

who loves

everything and everybody.

Trickling drops of liquid,

summers blur together.

Do what You can,

help those running on empty.

Manufacturing facsimiles of belief.

I’ll get You to smile before I leave this place.

Alone on an adventure;

soldering together scrapes of character

into a empty cage

Who once ensnares you

encapsulates what love can bring.

Wrapping silk dresses in smooth cashmere scarves.

Stacking polished boxes filled with silver mirrors,

golden crafted adornments of the highest accord.

Oils that captures the alchemy of scent.

Violet glass bottles of lotions and soap

(The nymph’s morning due.).

Reality adieu.

Cucu-ca-choo

And the Walrus too.

Bring the Lorax and Buddha.

Saw Jesus Christ and the donkey

eating a pint of Chunky Monkey.

Caterpillar’s ginger fuzz.

Golden leaves of halo flakes

Enjoy the white hot spot light.

Hope You can withstand the blow.

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Champagne and blunts

makes the pain defunct

Idol disappointments meet

Hurricane fronts.

Trysts with Peacocks

Gather ‘Forget Me Nots’.

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My mind melts magnetic.

Pulled to the greater pole.

My soul is a drop of water.

Disconnected in the speed of rain;

only to find the ocean once again.

You are my friend.

Active culture is the ride.

Separation breaks us  into tides.

Ages are stages but thoughts are contagious.

So tired of watching the rage inflame us.

Popped Trust.

Dream of self-lust.

These ideas are far from Notorious

May not pop pistols or sip models while fucking Cristal.

I can roll it up and kick it.

That’s quite enough chirping from this self proclaimed cricket.

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Coffee dark, aroma black.

I’m learning slowly to give back.

T.N.H. said to forgive so did

Jesus.  The state of the nation leaves

much illusion between us.

Your ashes will burn in the fire of the stars

Whether or not you believe in “life” on Mars.

Static tensions;

27 dimensions if you

Sting the theories together

Anger spreads;

Rwanda is the profit of dread.

Knitting words; conjunctive verb?

Shopping for debt in the safe suburbs.

Geographic locations = stratifications.

I’m still playing off student loans with little vocation.  

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She cut me out!

Off the pictures

 of the memories

What it’s all about?

Like a cancer born in June

Or a baby of the blue moon.

One of a kind

some how

 beats

the Nuts

Like double vision with precious

Ladies dancing on a pole

Fear takes hold of the body.

Talk that shit,

I think it gaudy.

But fuck it, we came to party,

We do start a bit of trouble,

But we don’t bother anybody.

Heads up.

Show down

Push it in.

Play a round.

Flop it over.

Let it ride.

Its a game

 You are still alive.

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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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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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