When dogs howl on empty streets -
dusty drops of heated no-time
heroes' shadows wave their guns

in smokey madness wish to meet
their absolution for the no-crime,
thirst for sounds wells the hells

of golden bells and echoes run
in fevered touch to cage the sun


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Haunted silence smokes the pipe

with furry bleached and snaky grass
tender fruits are splitting ripe
in limbs of crossing shiny brass

and blending green in dancing streams
gives vibrance to the days' routine
in silky waves and sweetly hum

where loving hands will cage the sun