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Dallas Last Night The Moon Fell
allas da All is tucked away
las dallas dallas in wrinkled papers at Shiloh,
s dallas dallas dal locked away in crumbling hills
dallas dallas where birds of grief
dallas d stumble through an ice palace
II to sample Death.
L.S. Fallis The moon fell,
& my father uttered terrible words of pain
as he crept into the shadows of his life,
his boney fingers extending downward,
limp as the wicked wind resting
across the mountains.
Tomorrow was a lonely sort of monster,
the mysteries of next summer shrou d ed IiIIj.a swine
& lilac & honeysuckle & other wonderous
murmurs of love, a triangle of life
banging out symbolic messages
of troubled times.
A collision course with the Gods,
life on a tightrope, the bubbling spring
of childhood silent, hidden verbs of despair
lining the dusty road home, nothing
of value to believe in, frost
on the sun.
2 Errol Miller
