Ann Jensen

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Holiday Inn neon.
The odor of overpowering humanity.

Fast lights through the curtain
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Vision filled dancers whirling round, seeing nothing and experiencing all. Full tapestried skirts belling out a pervading odor of sweat.
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Why? Why? Is the cry in the night.
The howl of alone, far away.
Padding through the wilderness of night-smell.
Panting for air.
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Soothing rays.
A subtle caress.

An elusive moon behind clouds of misconception
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Curled lips
A territorial snarl

Demon be gone...
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Whiskers trailing down my belly.

Whispers behind gleeful hands while passing through the halls.
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A cry...As from the black wings of a moth
Picked up in the sticky fingers of a child.

Unstirred dust,
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Live and breath the flowers of the night.

Never seen.
No one to pick them.
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I feel my creativity bubbling in my soul. Until now it hasn't been allowed any release. I have spent more time indulging my wants than I have exploring my gifts. Now it's time to taste the world in a different way. ANY OBSERVATIONS on my works are welcome.)

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Lonely

Holiday Inn neon.
The odor of overpowering humanity.

Fast lights through the curtain
Illuminating cracks born of violence and love.
Children cry and lovers moan.
Hookers call to lonely men.

I am calling.
Are you lonely?

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