Patina

May 24, 2011      James Hayes Nichols
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And as the days go

so goes the sky and

as skies go so go

minds, hearts, assorted

cellular viscera

muddled down to dreams

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and dreams steaming up from

sewer grates like New York

fogs, saxophones blazing

over burnt sienna

70s butt-rock

parodies — but where were we?

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