In promising all
Giving little lives the spirit
Of Edward Bernays

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joyously spellbound
in a heartfelt, altered state
morphed into a hound

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Hypnotic coins
Sea monkeys to play with
Doggy done it too

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too many words i see
more bosomy and leggy
just sell the sizzle

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staring out to sea
where magical things were real
and cost a dollar

in akhet season
I cross the minds horizon
with my thoughts as boats

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an imagined world
coffee, cars and carefree faces
all beyond the sea

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water reflects thoughts
hellish self contemplation
minutes turn to years

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full sublimation
sun-laced, warm, salty breezes
king and serf at once

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sensing but a void
the man's mind can see paris
drowning on dry land

slave built dark temple
where real decisions are made
the towers must fall

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hiding behind masks
the vainglory of the self
bellies, cocks, and cunts

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After the battle's
Won, will the undead still need
To be the other?

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Reeking cheap drama,
dependent on costumes, light,
obtuse script writing.

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lighting the fuse
the whole squalid tribe
are reduced to ash

inconsolable
her life a distant shore
ever receding

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met her at the pub
we was merrily singin'
but she had the blues

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with cottage cheese thighs
scoliosis brace unbound
it's valentine's day

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fumes of paint thinner
naked in your blue embrace
imagination

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split second frozen
the woman as a young girl
bombing from the pier

sudden violence
her body hits the water
too shocked to laugh

Beers and beer coasters
Music, smoke, and low gold light
"Boys! I'll Tell Me Ma!"

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chose gin over vodka
moved from the east to the west
fuck karaoke

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a whiskey i want
louder, forget our worries
the old shillelagh

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Tears on my red cheeks,
Laughing louder than all week,
while we all tune up

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stepping out for air
marched to the pub double time
left the bar reeling

help from thee I plea
stuck with cat-like eyes of mine
in the tree of life

to pick a flower
alert and amenable
like a gift from gods

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Secrets of the mind.
Nietzsche; Sartre; Bertie R
Can't know what I know.

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time dangling askew
twinkling possibilities
life just happening

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He came back and winked,
"She's not as shy as she acts"
Grabbed their coats and left.

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water, dark and deep
mystery without language
remain unexpressed

bloke, I sympathise
that's exactly how I'd feel
if I woke up there

one minute I'm zonked,
on the couch watching TV,
the next... Ice! Thing! Fish!

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"The Survival Nerds"
Premiers this season on Fox
Life without 4G

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fish out of water
into a roaring fire
back into water

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Line tied round big toe
Lie back and wait for a bite
Aye, aye there she blows.

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Renaissance Tony:
he can fish and grow stubble
all at the same time!