THE HIDDEN TRACK

The following passages are dedicated to Leopold, to the vernacular, to certain evil women (you know who you are), to certain wonderful people(they know who they are), to soft afternoons and quiet Sunday evenings, to Fall and seeing your breath for the first time since Spring, and to Isabelle Ya Feng ... a soul slipped by like two ships passing in the still, moonlit sea.
-- Abraham Ahmed, the Surfing Beatnik



Tampered and Trampled...

Leaded down and bent forth, never needing land.
Headed East in search of more, in search of reeds and blowing sands.

"Timelessness" writes the dark, in brash and helpless prose.
Leopold The Insane flicks the spark, and harkens all my uttered woes.

...stand in terror, for the flame shall burst about us all.
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