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wait where did you go show stopper seems proper
stance free from rants right when why unsend saw
so who cares if know naw wait hate knot slate shown
sure to leave well enough a lone instant still means matter
can never scatter sad scene played eye wish it stayed.humble as i mumble
most make sense so
tumble dry as every eye
turns toward the man with sword.wasted words never blur
basics bash beware
those who stash seldom
share still make it clear all are dear.moments may alter ways
means and sad sworn dreams
dreamt in contempt with every wasted attempt.
along the way we stop and play.perils place a new found face
first in line like old friends wine
women and truth told but hidden.
I’ll take the cake but spare me the plate.never needed but sure fire
freedom facing facts far from
front line attacks against the spirit
so now let’s hear it, loud and clear, praise all here.pale and stale
eye shrink so tell
told truths torn
tattered and proof.i hit the sun
just looking for fun
free from scorn
sad soon born.fight for sure
fire first chore
chose now expose
skin under clothes.save for grave
hate another fate
fear only tear
take another year.it’s hard to stop
but going ain’t showing.
either we grow
or death consumes us.wait, never that simple.
sure fire desire turns
ugly upon further involvment.
Eyes hold ture while the heart dances.given a riddle? laugh.
shown the door? leave.
asked a question? smile.that makes as much sense
it’s all a dream
phrase i say many times a day,
just to be witty hopefully
but must i trust my humor
goes bust when over use
usually makes most run away.I like the idea, when will we wake
first steps to take time
unwind rewind find reasons
roam most seasons prevent
random intent i’ll be brief.smiles and love new years’ a dove.
She’s licking his halo around the moon.
Secret rose bursting into full bloom.
Joining hands in a dance around the fireworks inside this empty room.
Stretching, sketching the feelings of rosary
etching blistering imagery.
All around.
Figurines in the snow, sliding down
laughing motions, the purpose of melting.
Thousands and thousands in unison belting
slipping around the sizzling mound.
All around.Lovely, Robert
If Walt Whitman knew
he’d have a rest stop
named after him
along an autoroute
complete
with Mickey Ds
Star Blanks
Quiz Notes
pop machines
and pay phones
tourist maps
and rest rooms
a huge parking lot
not a blade of grass
I’m sure he’d
just about
be turning
in his gravelost paper/pen
when wish could unhit send
feel i thus now and then
there lies laugh lost hind sight
sure it’s over but can’t get sober.drunk with hate my mind did ate
circles say i’ll find some day
but by then a new one will mend
memories flee someday we’ll see.so jump and go get back in show
steal away a moments bliss
find a smile scam a kiss keep
dreaming day and night beaming.For Alice
The sun, the sun,
where is the sun ?
Dotted lines run,
silence invades
the staff,
permeates,
criss-crosses
into one long bar
improv scoffs
at tentative scars
walk
to the next block
don’t runsonic guitar blast
songs never last
long enough task
takes ears years
to learn not burn
but beware clear
chaos can’t blame
trust taste time
waste deep keep
knowing now showing.Budgie Jumping
"gilded nigger glass"
a strained Ginsberg passage
curving its way
into my brain
the same as watching
someone eating drippy
ice cream
on the subway
in the name of delectable.
As desperate as the kid
in the 50 cent video
watching those shoes
from across that window:
"how much for that glass-yo?"
Now this, I find,
can belong to anybody
in the Americas…
especially the baby
condemned to crying
incessantly
as we crawl by night
like the sign on the door
on the building
where baby and daddy
struggle to enterwords that shouldn’t be used have no place
please refrain usage only adds to malice
made possible by the pulse created in any intention
instead speak of marshmallows and flowers if you must.Valentines day brings out my inner fears
first i see a memory and next a vision
verses one and the other i’ll take a moment
to myself wrapped in the delicious candy that saves the day.Like that poem, Deepie.
Words are not anodyne
they scream in hate
break the line
smother the other’s
fault for being
mine.I am also treated
to the same snack
twice this week-end
a smack attack.Mat snow
fatal stun
mow me down
in your grey rues.For relief
or just for fun
guilt oozing out
of your side-swiping clout
and your faulty breaks.Go to hell !
I have my cake.racing lines are almost fine
print put to the test
die cast all the rest
won’t save this globe
golly strobe lights start
fights for fear another
year yet janurary oh nine
might be fine first nothing
worst for wear won’t you
care can’t vote enough
invade the ballot box.Nowhere
Where are we?
Now here.
Oui, nous sommes ici.
Où ? Ici.
Ah, oui ?
Oui, yes.
Ah…
C’est bien beau, tout ça.
Ça déborde, ici et là .
L’océan déborde.
Les forets se dérobent.
L’humanité érode.
L’axe, désaxé.
Sommes-nous globalement
Tenus à ses pieds?
Pieds-nus, minutieuses
Ras-marins, astucieuses,
Soudain, un beau matin…
Devenu veuves du quotidien
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