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she asks: what was that passing near.

maybe a butter or dragon fly, my dear...he says smiling looking off-ward, with a wondering veneer.

might of been nor could of been, is not the same as; what actually did, pass, as that, from here.

and so to keep on going, as that is what attaches.
 
we... none of us,
well, we don't...
it's just that,
you know...
he said to,
well...
I'm
I...
I don't like being put in this position, but,
I feel like I have to...
I mean, what, um
choice....
ok,
I get it...
you're going to
yeah...
sure, it's
to be...
expected
 
As every day ticks away,
All those words you'll never say,
I'm left lost and devastated,
Such a misery you've created,
It moans, and it groans,
In morbid tones,
Run, it is coming closer,
When will it all be over?

A. <3
 
The winter in the mirror,
Is the last of this that I can take,
Printed pieces of irrelevant paper,
Steer the course to a compromised fate,
What ever could I say?
Over the hill but still underage,
The pristine interior of a world,
Without life,
Who can define this chaos?
When all else has been lost.

A. <3
 
such as the curve of a knives blade:
it leads to the finest point.

refining as the light does;
reflec'th light through streaming beaded red blood
into you so as to draw out from:

oh what conclusions: all with a price;
some came never asked for,
and so what is wondered is what might of been
asked for.
 
You burden me by doing nothing,
A fight that I cannot win,
A master plan unraveling.

Temperatures are rising inside this house,
But no bodies rest underneath the floorboards,
Not here..
 
inanna dammed herself until we had freed us from paganism
(as jesus did)
almost 5000-50,0000+ years ago
 
Driftwood that is carrying lies,
Broken fortresses with too many ties,
I left yesterday, oh so tired,
A psychiatric network left unwired,
Too many words stalk me blindly,
And a battalion of gloom follows me,
To a certain doom,
In a windowless room,
And it's happening too soon.
 
I am..................................
..........back........................
to front..............................
............facing...................
.......birth...........................
...............as I approach......
................................death
....................struggling.....
........to reverse..................
................the earth's.........
.........................rotation.....
....................struggling.....
..............to free.................
........myself.....................
....from............................
the..........................
dead..................
weight..........
of..........
time
 
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Echo, remember your first drink
….....................your first smoke
…................and your first regret
…......remember the sound
she made when she
laughed.

Present, mourn for the past
…..............for lost time
…..and misspent youth.

Sirens,
sing no more.

Dead,
stay in the ground.
 
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the nocturnal pornographer
perched on lonely rooftops
screaming
shedding skin
pissing consonants on empty streets
spitting vowels into the night
that was Alan Ginsberg
as he pepared to howl
 
Beautiful butts beg for boundless bounties, braced for bouncy battering.
 
I am..................................
..........back........................
to front..............................
............facing...................
.......birth...........................
...............as I approach......
................................death
....................struggling.....
........to reverse..................
................the earth's.........
.........................rotation.....
....................struggling.....
..............to free.................
........myself.....................
....from............................
the..........................
dead..................
weight..........
of..........
time

Echo, remember your first drink
….....................your first smoke
…................and your first regret
…......remember the sound
she made when she
laughed.

Present, mourn for the past
…..............for lost time
…..and misspent youth.

Sirens,
sing no more.

Dead,
stay in the ground.

These are awesome.
 
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