Stephen S. Yeandle

Foolish young girl, in way over her head.

Brazen and cute from her toes to head,
feeling control over all that she met.
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Slow down cowboy

What’s happening to the nation
is it becoming
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Her memory spreads out before me like her body once did,
the echo of passion resounds in my head.
The room is now empty silent and still,
will the images fade and leave nothing to tell.
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~1~
20 years ago this night,
far south of Flemish Cap,
the night relayed a prophecy,
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‘tis an obsession, for the guys and girls of boards
autonomous sport
contesting with the sea.
As breakers wail
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On a balcony across from the Laundromat,
I watch the daylight decompose.

Hookers look 'en for a little cash,
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One brutal sob hangs another.

‘A three to one death ratio
increase‘.
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in the dusky dimness
of the
days
remaining shade
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small
frightened
soon to
coil
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Ask me not why I dwelled
on the smoky mountain;
and now live once again by the sea.
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If only she would someday walk
before the camera
of my eye
free of all her pains and doubts
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Begins the slow melancholy dance of Autumn.

Fallen colored waxen tiles cover the last
remaining sprouts of green, that not so long
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For contented memories

Je ne sais quoi...
the privileged nights...
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primordial explosion
at nascent
dawn
pubescent glow
...

genesis of a rhapsody
a dream awakes
within a dream
procession of unselective
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Thoughts of deity,
ponderous and protracted.

Energy superlative.
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So long farewell goodbye
your tears won’t buy me a beer
Someday when your young again I’ll
come home again
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The old Blue Dog and the Creole Cat,
(Who Dat?)
in a Second Line dance
down Rue Royal.
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Residents of the Milky Way,
Assimilated by the stars.

The brightness of eyes,
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The old Blue Dog and the Creole Cat,
(Who Dat?)
in a Second Line dance
down Rue Royal.
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