bradley blue jay phipps Biography

music appears on the tongue like petals released
to the bridal path. a prayer is a marriage in
the ether of, I AM, and the grapples of ecstasy,
despair and those found in the `tween.
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Seeking. I come electric for want; a slipstream
of providence like dead cactus. Baggage that feeds
in the traveling near desert highways, and the
abandoned halls of houses who long for paint and
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not the whisper
of a breeze
sings the song
of silence
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The end of my peer is an apparent horizon beginning beyond the
pearls of your caboose. We are cradled into a berth between wooden
tracks and the delicacy of your breasts. A rigid softness clings to
me a breeze off the ocean of your hair holding sway upon the clutch
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My will is to be set free.
My will is my choice, and
my choice alone.
I have no need of a
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