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The Sound Of Sirens

By D. Sager, published on Jun 13, 2013 their haunting direction. Have you ever smelled perfume? Not the cheap whorish variety that smelled like cotton candy but a subtle scent that lingered long after she left the room? That's how her voice seemed, a wafting fragrance that captivated both mind and body and caused me to drift aimless but not so misdirected as one lost, for my wanderings found their home in her arms. Ok, now that I wrangled my dreams from their abyss, I can take my sweat soaked bedding and snap open a beer that waited for me in the icy bottom of the cooler. Simple pleasures, intense dreams, cold beer, what... (more)

Tags: dancing, dreams, philosophy, ice, dance, street, beer, sleep, sounds, aimless, sweat, pillow, sirens, edgar allan poe


By D. Sager, published on Mar 26, 2012

In the early dawn, the dark and the bright birth

My silver cage flew open, and I wandered,


In the cool of the morning, the placenta of night

My foundling feet find rhythm, and I wandered,


In the heat of noon, the umbilical light a rage

My downy wings grow furious, and I wandered,


In the dying day, the flower of life now closing

My infant dreams lay in grasses, and I wandered,


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Tags: dreams, night, grass, infant, flower, dawn, cool, birth, silver, dark, wings, rage, aimless, cage, feet, flew, placenta, rhythm, umbilical, wander

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