Aloha Poets,
A photo of the site in Hawaii where John Lennon's killer worked as a night security guard in late 1980.
Vitriolic Spigot
Here lies the perfect example that nobody's perfect
Resultant motion unwholeheartedly chirps a burpfest
The art of fanning infantile flames a story's digest
At the heart of planning the mercantile chores we detest
Down at the dock a song boat of yore remains
Plot points to the craft left to weather in the rains
A mind trip of flurry catches its balancing act
So blind the slip, a furry cat's dallying pact
Hit the racks with stories of red carpet on sands
Where Lost folks meet for the last time to shake hands
Ask that man or yourself, "Hey what did I step into?"
The pain at hand is to find the pane of your own little window
Is lexicon and milieu really what story is all about?
Take a Leprechaun and fill you with scream and shout?
A reader to feel a new rush of noise, a wind in the pile
Explore a clue with a few bangs that beg a smile
Give the people another way of staying true with you
Oceanfront footage underlines the blue in the view
The notion of frontage in montage defined anew
Merge in ceremony flash a grin that says, "I knew"
Parcels out there you can find with a water well
The freedom of bittersweet throws your hands to say, "Oh well"
Sure all those folks they know you're a good guy
Yet subsistent sustains prejudice with jaundiced eye
Can those stains of fate rely on total bliss?
And dismiss what is this, his destiny that is?
Think not thoughts of that distant loss of song
Linked hearts let you say what you knew all along
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