reading between the lives and writing between the lines, LXXXVIII
the curtain glides up
and screen light pours forth
as music swells ...
this silver world more real
than the one I'm living in
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my motel room
flooded with the pulsing
of red lights
through the slatted blinds ...
the sirens pierce everyone's dream
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face to face
with the flare in his eyes,
the humidity
of his unspoken temper ...
moments before a thunderstorm
