Tag Archives: love

  1. PROMISED LAND

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    December 9 by The Running Son

         PROMISED LAND So strange, this striving by men locked in symbiotic dependance and the sharing of magnetism, and …
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  2. Windtown

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    December 4 by The Running Son

    Windtown Chill doom whistle through the window slit. Coyotes roam, at home in the wind current. All night long owls …
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  3. Never forget

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    December 4 by The Running Son

        Never forget In another life we’ll join hands. In another life the golden light that swells in my …
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  4. why must it be

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    July 20 by The Running Son

      why must it be following pangs of birth comes bliss – one moment’s recognition of holy worth, to pain …
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  5. our song

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    July 6 by The Running Son

    our song work ethics spring free the genius frozen in thought at the throat. so sing free man! lest the …
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  6. preservation instinct

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    May 25 by The Running Son

    preservation instinct a half bleached bobcat skull propped atop a dry cholla branch wards off pigeons and people. cars passing …
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  7. two shadows

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    May 13 by The Running Son

    two shadows one decade gone and genghis khan was back and attacking and taking heads. ten more years might’ve castled …
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  8. stargaze

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    May 9 by The Running Son

    stargaze im trying to make pace in a world spinning way too fast. stars or negative space tracers create the …
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  9. just sterling

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    April 28 by The Running Son

    just sterling there’s no going back. clippers are way past the shelf. there’s mutiny among the cast and the damn …
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  10. middle places

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    April 28 by The Running Son

    middle places fourtyfive is only middle aged if i live to be a skull. at thirteen & a half i …
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  11. sustainability

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    April 26 by The Running Son

    sustainability desert folk are a particular type. trust me it takes a soft skin bitch from the ingratiating climes of …
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  12. the two

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    April 26 by The Running Son

    the two south of the sun man i also hang by cord and crossbeam. north man’s gone soft and his …
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  13. fifth period sniffles

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    April 25 by The Running Son

    fifth period sniffles fluid production. blood, tears. mucus. school’s a trick for new kids. bold inductions into old folds. lips, …
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  14. gas can

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    April 24 by The Running Son

    gas can sodium amber lamps and six lanes at three am. june gloom orange county south. disneyland couldn’t be more …
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  15. the stand

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    April 24 by The Running Son

     the stand the mountain is sheer the canyons are great we’ll press on ahead old foes in our wake our …
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  16. meteor shower

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    April 23 by The Running Son

     meteor shower Revolving is cleansing. The daily, the hundred year– the knowledge of it. You and me laid bare while …
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  17. how it coulda gone

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    April 21 by The Running Son

    how it coulda gone lugnut lost. no dime a dozen. but rubberneck detecting the chug of combustion. o jees. like …
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  18. an italian thing

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    April 20 by The Running Son

    an italian thing i wonder if any one poem has ever matched the effect of a shrug or a rye …
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  19. a rising

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    April 20 by The Running Son

    a rising once again that wool itch in the skin. spinsters descend with jugs and linger. pilate herding his legacy …
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  20. starlit

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    April 20 by The Running Son

    starlit still fabulous by the light of seventy votives arranged by heart. drapes part. on undressed weathered agarwood sits a …
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  21. echos

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    April 17 by The Running Son

    echos heard my name at the first taste of daylight. alone in a valley, between two mountain peaks. to my …
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  22. neovirginity

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    April 17 by The Running Son

    neovirginity i’ve preserved my breath. no carbon dioxides leaking for the tube-heads. my blood is iron and i am a …
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  23. the show

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    April 17 by The Running Son

    the show we’d just peaked on med grade mescaline. it was epic, oakland coliseum and dylan played a half set …
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  24. scourge of roses

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    April 17 by The Running Son

    scourge of roses if i had a million dollars i’d generate a black love market where petals are dried, ground …
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  25. faint

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    April 15 by The Running Son

    faint   i want to nap in the pile. plush throwback hall runner persian dream sequences scatter with a slap …
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  26. the signal

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    April 15 by The Running Son

     the signal sometimes that beep is your competition horning for position, top heat. but sometimes the beep’s your reverse gear’s …
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  27. napalm

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    April 15 by The Running Son

      napalm poetry is.. slamming napalm turbo fused and traveling at blood neck speed through the carotid clear down my …
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  28. age difference

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    April 13 by The Running Son

    age difference what is twenty years anyway? iv’e played the generation game too. given thirtyfive you’ll find a nationalized israel …
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  29. my tv’s an lcd

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    April 5 by The Running Son

    my tv’s an lcd and for the deal i got on it used i am perfectly happy letting ghost imprints …
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  30. you and me

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    April 5 by The Running Son

    you and me love, entwined by fate as it may be, may have roots, may’ve been just a baby when …
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