We swam and drank beer,
Last summer, just you and me.

Now, alone, I'll die

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Modern Weaponry

Gives video game choices
With no reset button

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a sleepwalker's trance
through an endless world of death
too tired to wake up

drift in the current
distant shores gold with the sun
shimmer in the haze

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clouds in clear water
this origami smokestack
reckless fingers weave

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Hands withered with time
Perform familiar actions
Mind soars, body withdraws.

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bowing at gangas feet
in an embrace so tender
and a hug so brutal

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summon the great zeus,
this river of green gift-wrapped,
just a spark, mind you.

Here is a work of
Art to grace your wall, We call
It Mother's Whistler

liberation now
as it is realised that
i am not the rock

the little death
a languorous swim at night
all in a twinkling

wee folk lead the dance
a thousand housewives follow
all nowt but child's play

the arc of history
sensible behind these eyes
the gaze too intense