Cuckoo Lost Boys

Dragon

Eyes filled with sharp intent

Fake nirvana 

Oceans that turn black

Dying 

Outside the normalcy 

Predictable Dalliances

Modern Delilah religion  

Golf claps

Snooze

Yet nothing exchanged 

Used

Easy street

Desperation parallels 

Morph

Oddly impartial to the sightseeing 

Let them play where I have played before

Been there

Done that 

River blood

Guru

Sweat on them in the night when the coyote asks for a name 

Pathways for a new kind of soul 

Kids

Children

Hangers on

When the lights go out

It is only you

That is the you

That you are

Truth

Touch lemon grass

Smoke stack for the saviors 

When there is no one talking 

Self 

Mystical thoughts drunk through the alley 

Heartthrob grafiti 

White snake

Hand holding at noon on a work day

Play a little now

Transition permanence 

Smiles so big you run

Crazy 

Flames

Take off to the woods and recalibrate your modality 

Love supreme recharge 

A muse that was never a muse 

Pity Guilt

Paint in the dark to see her silhouette mind 

Guided voice

Choked me a little 

Lost boy

Crimes 

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