would you love
even the most weird
desires of mine

while quivering
as beings built into
a notification board

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we may as well wait
in this sign as the bus will
be along shortly

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a hand extended
into our world, dark and cold
but help is withheld

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winter dreary nights
Milanese purgatory
next stop, unconscious

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people who are not,
happily not waiting here,
some place that isn't

the best day of my life
was that one bright day in Mali
where i lost my head....

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what benefits a
suit to sit around all day
without a body

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ain't nothing to me
my clothes tell you who I am
and that's all there is

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another cheap suit
more layers killing spirit
till nothing remains

order of the day
the talking heads will now
speak and say nothing

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desultory art
intangible and shifting
leaving not a trace

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I said, he said, she
we all said those things we said
our heads full of me

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hot air fills the void
the truth can not be spoken
free speech for shut minds

a hole in the sky
his heart too small to keep him
from earth's hard embrace

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The darkening sky
reveals fresh new stars to me
moment by moment

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seagulls and sparks fly
gunshots ring shocking the heart
give love a bad name

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Red dwarf heart of the
Human nova, final beat
Before extinction

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city lights float up
twinkling through a ceaseless glass
coldly receding

shots of my mother,
found upstairs in an old book,
pressed like a red rose.

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many tried to copy
the pout, the breasts, the allure
none chose the despair

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things done and not done
twists and turns and trails of smoke
how things might have been

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It’s done – the deed, oh!
Now she tries to protect you,
"Jack, Jack… I’m waiting."

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unbeknown to her
she would star in a dark tale
sadly her last role

Eugenicists at
Red Cross dispense life or death
In blood bag lottery

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My eyes are closed tight,
teeth clenched, I hear the doctor,
and a dripping sound.

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Even in these times
Irony of his blood type
Is not lost on us

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a bag of red rum
blood suckers wetting their lips
just b positive

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terribly sorry su
you need your blood so very much
more than we do

if you see buddha
in the grove of ancient trees
strangle him slowly

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the tree unmindful
slowly embraces Buddha
mindful, he minds not

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Tree stands tall and proud
Roots of Budhism anchored
Firmly to the earth

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In a sun drenched place,
the wilted traveler recalls
Ozymandias

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a quick sniff of blow
still standing the test of time
A god or still high