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	<title>Tallon Fassi</title>
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	<description>Aspirations of the Aspiring</description>
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		<title>Lucy In the Sky with a Flaming Hula Hoop.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m just too tired to cry.
I haven&#8217;t the water,
 my well is benign.
I&#8217;m constanstly running into you in my mind.
I&#8217;ve done yoga and gone swimming
These emtoions are stinging under my skin
depth of movement in tune with you
paths are coated yellow and red and green
I&#8217;ll strip it bare for one so fair
mon ami.
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		<link>http://blog.tallonfassi.com/2010/01/27/lucy-in-the-sky-with-a-flaming-hula-hoop/</link>
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		<title>The Red Bird</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Slowly Slowly Slowly
Opening my eyes in rhythmic sway.
The decomposing skeleton of summer&#8217;s canopy
curves its ribs to protect my beating autumnal heart.
Ribbons of pretzeled smoke halo.
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		<link>http://blog.tallonfassi.com/2009/11/04/the-red-bird/</link>
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		<title>Dance.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I make like I&#8217;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&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.tallonfassi.com/2009/10/15/dance/</link>
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		<title>Poetry with Paul</title>
		<description><![CDATA[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&#8217;ll get You to smile before I leave this place.
 
Alone on an adventure;
soldering together [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.tallonfassi.com/2009/10/09/poetry-with-paul/</link>
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		<title>The Winds of Change</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Champagne and blunts
the pain is defuncted
Idol disappointments meet
Hurrican fronts
Trists with Peacocks
Gather &#8216;Forget Me Nots&#8217;
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		<link>http://blog.tallonfassi.com/2009/09/15/the-winds-of-change/</link>
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		<title>Mary&#8217;s Cat</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Glass sheet of silver
dripping with flare.
Verbal gears have rusted;
threads twisted bare.
Two claw marks;
a lesson in being ware.
Judge and Jury;
followed by stoning in the square.
What is fair?
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		<link>http://blog.tallonfassi.com/2009/08/08/marys-cat/</link>
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		<title>Glow in the Dark</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Dirty mesmerizing monument to capitalism.
Dank paper fliers and Urban Survival Specialist blotch the  sideways.
Not a soul is perceived in a smile unless petitioned in pay.
Perfume peddlers, lure in with muse hypnotic sway
I rise a charmed snake misted in Channel No 5.
Women in pricey garbs;
 the satire for an audience of stars.
Do You know the way?
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		<link>http://blog.tallonfassi.com/2009/08/08/glow-in-the-dark/</link>
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		<title>Betty</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I want to write but my mind is so scattered
Like 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’s how your write it, what’s my directions?
My fingers reek of crimes; green and sweet and divine.
How can it [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.tallonfassi.com/2009/04/27/betty/</link>
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		<title>Yesterday</title>
		<description><![CDATA[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 [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.tallonfassi.com/2009/02/26/yesterday/</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[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 [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.tallonfassi.com/2009/02/06/286/</link>
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