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She just happened by Darryl Price

to be playing the hell out of
her guitar out of tune and wonky sounding
perfect for the blues at the same
time as this car was pulling out of
the driveway next door to the rosebushes
that only bloomed to one side.And the

telephone pole was sputtering uptop from being
pecked at by a huge black crow when
all of a sudden there was an
enormous pressure drop in the wind outside the
house and her cell rang twice but
no more than that. After which it remained
silent.As she finished her pleating the

rains came and the door banged open and
the porchswing was yanked from its chains
and rolled into the swingset like a jagged
pumpkin- mouthed scarecrow head.She giggled nervously,
the baby wailed and the lights went
out.I was just driving my car

off the bridge when she lit the last
candle and sat down and pressed her
breast into the baby’s face and hummed more
lyrics into its perfect ears. It all
cleared a few minutes later like the same
dream. I floated down the river looking
for a ladder. Or a tunnel to home.

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The Money’s by Darryl Price

The Money’s

gone but the
heart was never
for sale.

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Long Distance by Darryl Price

Here’s the thing. I never thought you’d
Be swept away from me forever. Some
Grains of you still seem to catch
In my eyes from time to time.
What I’m trying to say is I’m

Sorry that we are no bigger than
flesh. I’d give anything to be in
Your presence without history or seasons having
Been hammered to your heart. I understand
That oceans will continue to live and

Die in our veins, but also clouds
Will rise out of our deeds to
Drench us sooner or later. I want
You to let go of me completely
Now and know that you are loved.

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Border Town Dawn by Darryl Price

Border town meant
one thing; we were
caught up good in

the middle of
something dangerous;
and understanding

was at
the very least
a hundred miles

away in either
direction.
All I remember

is wanting
to tell you that
when you sat down

and got up again
your butt crack
made an unexpected

appearance.
Like a bright
moon that wasn’t

there a moment
ago. You’re not
sad about the

fact just surprised.
I’m not complaining.
I just want

to do my duty
as your witness
and,well, your

sometimes friend. Man,
that is some white,
white sand! Okay,

okay, you can’t
expect me not
to notice. Plus

I’m no good at
pretending.I’m
just saying,whoa.

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The Bad Haircut by Darryl Price

The Bad Haircut

would not make friends
with any hat.
That goes without
saying. It forced

itself upon
mirrors like splattered
toothpaste you
don’t really notice

until it’s
too late. The damage
to your sense
of decorum

has already
been done.That being
said, it somehow
managed to

grow on you.And
now actually
seems perfect
for your small head.

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SoApS iN tHe SiNk by Darryl Price

.
Hello ghosts. I’m not ready yet to become
part of your toothless frothing group but I
thank you for the bubbling foamy offer. At
least you care. But really you look just
fine the way you are all meshed together

in silent wail and freezing moan.And I’m
sure on some level that it’s a most
wonderful music you make that creates just the
right imbalance between the swaying and the swinging
note, the glowing perfect atmosphere for such ghosting

together activities. It’s just that well you see
I’ve a few more activities myself such as
the writing of more poems among the bacterium
to perform before I could be called anywhere
near complete and ready to change so picture

significantly. So although I do certainly appreciate the
dear trouble you must have gone through to
present yourselves in such an amusing and creative
way to me I have to decline. I
want to live. It’s ever so much fun.

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Long Lines by Darryl Price

Long Lines

are moving past me again. I’ve been invited to
join. I’ve declined for most of my life. Isn’t
life a long line enough for most of us?

We end up in the same place anyway. Not
to be morbid. As far as I can see
we’ve only run out of a few things like
dodos, and there are plenty of folks still running
around who might qualify.Just saying. It is what

it is. We are a destructive bunch. We’ll consume
just about anything.We’re goats on two legs. Look
what we’ve done to the goats who have ever
bothered to question such actions. That’s right. We chew
them up and spit them out. Evil comes. It

breaks into the most beautiful downstairs windows you’ve ever
seen and begins chewing right through the lives of
those whose lights bring the place its joy.And
then people get in their cars and go to
the grocerystore and squeeze the melons and act like

they have a right to not get involved. But
we are involved. Every kid born involves us the
moment they breathe air, the moment they smile or
cry. It goes on and so must we. But
let us be still and silent in remembrance of

those who took the brutal blows so that we
might continue to fight for better dreams,for more
careful dreamers,a kinder night for all of us.

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