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\ All-in-all the morning
bird’s still sing
and i have my life
my life how time steals
some joy all the while
i choke back
the largest tears
oh boy let’s drown again
in this river i’m crying
again
it’s all it’s all it is
yeah, it’s all i want
is my mind again ya’ll
Swimming! I’m dying
collapsing inside my
head swimming choking
laughing all the while
the morning birds still
sing
and i have my life
my how pain steals
the color in life
i’m sinking but still
swimming all-in-all
it’s all it’s all
it is yeah /
:: 09-12-2018 ::
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\ i have a finger
it has a trigger
i have a bullet
it has a chamber
a perfect fusion
to combat illusion
and i’m rolling
back down the road
to the city we all
know of
Linger City
Linger City
Linger City
Where i keep
my finger
with a rigor
mortis snicker
screw you city
slicker
my funny bone
erection
is a state of
perfection
all within
the limits of
Linger City
Linger City
Linger City
yeah /
:: 09-12-2018 ::
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i birthed one of my famous dreams
last night and invited the
whole town. every inconsiderate
thought came and the flat shadows
of my dearest fears.
the Child with no face on the sidewalk
outlines in broad strokes
Despair. a piece of dove of peace
smothered in regrets on a wooden table
served on a terrace of blinding terror.
only the smallest of facts carry
the greatest stories of which this one
is condemned to 3 o’clock each mourning.
before heaven awakens.
before sizzling strains
of gravity prove awakened
minds are too heavy.
as the rest of the town hides everywhere
that sanity has escaped i press
hard into my eyes by thumbs to forget.
manifested dreams is a sidecar
of my mental vehicle. again at sunrise
to find that one last star yet devoured
by daylight. a wish upon that remaining
survivor — allow this to be me!
:: 09-10-2018 ::
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Mellifluous are the songs of moon
lit lips pressing a maddened
heart as mine!
This largest night ate the orchards
and prismatic towns by the shores
where waves say goodbye torturing
women who have lost their sailors
on calmer nights.
Instead of life the sea has come
has come to take from me
all i have called normality
what most who love may dislike
what some who hate may balance
i n l i f e :
a severe disinclination
or tolerance for such as me!
so cold are some it feels as stings
from a polar bee!
:: 09-08-2018 ::
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there is no need for apologies
the sun sat melting over
the stubborn day’s edge
as my love does for you
And tonight well this night
a messenger sent her touch
a message ultimately meant
for us
but the nightingale sang its
melodious voice and a
noblest wisdom ate the words
intentions are well meant but
ignorance an obscuring dusty
path
And the moon glow is a blanket for
jilted ghosts who have no
where to sleep
as me.
:: 09-03-2018 ::
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THE PRECIOUS terror is realizing
most adults are dead children
or like a day that folds itself into
a basket of reborn night. That long-
necked geese and stiff necks are
either pretending giraffes or self
consumed souls; ignoring the mirror’s
reflecting thoughts introspection
devours it’s own mouth.
Surrealism is hickey upon my heart
that bests freezer burn sunlight any
now. Kiss me you brilliant stupid
fool.
:: 08-30-2018 ::
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MY sweet guest today
visit but just me
within the parlor of
my Spirit
And tea for two;
one for me and the other
i sip for you
the lonely sacrament
this day.
My sweet guest
gratitude.
:: 08-26-2018 ::
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Life! The incarcerated occupation!
Burdened to carry flesh and sentenced
to stow divinities spark behind cave
of bone.
Oh the maintenance! My legs as columns
that support an apartment complex; the
plumbing, the water works, faded windows,
the noisy neighbors!
The furnace burns within summer
The central air within deep of winter.
And from the attic is all to see!
The tended graveyard
The psyche hospital on the corner of
Lame and Feeble.
A police department for unruly poets
and the complimentary adjacent court house.
Ah. And the orphanage for unwanted children!
Is my neighborhood
Is my incarcerated occupation
Until my landlord evicts me,
and once again to be a FREED COSMIC SOUL!
:: 08-28-2018 ::
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A merry-goes round
tipsy-turbulent turby
Oh Merry’s-go round more
and what are you waiting for?
Is it the rabbit you’re looking for
so far down the rabbit’s hole?
Me–but which book within the Universal
Library should I read? There are an infinite
number of books!
The Light–if you read just one of these books
then you’ve read them all!
Aaaaah oooooh i drift past the moment
with my deep head within the clouds
and zebras on tram trains singing with
undulating umbrellas//simply blown away\\
:: 08-19-2018 ::
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