D.P. Lukich

Nature's beauty is visible at this vantage,
with evergreen porcupines climbing the mountainside,
and sparrows chirping tunes,
sweet as Sinatra,
...

Ah, those sweet blue eyes,
light and airy, pale as sky,
Rivaled only by her thighs.
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My eyes well for those who fell,
life's turns shall never tell,
though the twists aren't always cruel,
it seems the cruelty rules.
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Trees shed,
Ostensible hairs,
Actual tears,
This season,
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MY eyes crust over
with deep red fissures,
stung by the stale air.
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Air blurs as it's filled
drip after drop,
Gravity pulled with alacrity
them down, down from the stratosphere.
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Perhps fluorecent lights & lives are less than 3 letters off?
The ever-hum of decade spanning tedium,
Can be coarse or crass to behold,
Over-looked to the conditioned,
...