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The Blog Bog
The Mag Rack
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The PORTAL (for Paul)
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I dreamt
I took your daughter Charlotte
through a website
and wound up on 2nd and Bowery
at the door of the Tin Palace
where Skip and Tiny 2 men I used to know
at a different club
let us inside
it was the 70's
and we were there
watching a show from long ago
fantastic jazz
in a room full of excited people
when we walked out the door
I turned around and asked Skip
can I come back
and he said yes
Lisa Galt Bond____
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7 Steps To Heaven
in my dreams I go to places
that I have been
but they are altered
different rooms are added on to old apartments
events occur that did not happen
but here
tonight
in New York City
the sound of young Miles Davis floats across my room
with a dance of
all
those
gone things
Lisa Galt Bond____
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Trio
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a black plastic bag
blown by the wind
looking like a small demented cat
scurries across 2nd Avenue
in front of the passing cars
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used to be
hot
and didn't know
it was a riff
a beautiful line
you had to be inside of
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good by
can be a slap
that resonates forever
but I still talk to your memory
Lisa Galt Bond____
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the cove
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writing is a buzz that lives in your brain
it goes past the crazy
and eats the pain
Lisa Galt Bond____
© Corina T.v.M. —Poem (Carlitos)© Gerry de Būrica
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