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Downhill
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Dream Within A Dream
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Bleary-eyed
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Everybody is saying
Everybody is saying That there’s something wrong with me But everybody is running And they never move at all Everyone is happy Behind a veil of illusion But someday from the fence they will fall Everybody is saying Without truly doing Everybody is dreaming Pointing fingers in blame Just because I won’t play their game…
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Salute to Burning
When sirens part the gasoline trees Salute to burning Be selfish with your breath & thirst For pigeon-like companionship Observing silent the secret weapons holstered by our nametag-disease. Hello motherhood & detention. How are you crystal man & married eyes? Your igloo box and plastic spork bags will be lonely someday no volunteer to rescue…
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An Arsonist’s Remorse
I know what breaks a Greek plate And the intent of a ceramic artist The uncertainty of a kiln And variables of responsibility Within accidents going places To happen and the ones we preserve In jars for an occasion to spill And break and slip like the coaxing sparkle Of a drying marble floor Masters…
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Coming Back (Part Two)
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Too Close
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Sunday Driver (Part Two)
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Meth
Sometimes you just can’t be still and freeze the endless movement of your body parts. Especially your mouth that’s been running amok for six hours consecutively without a break. I know people are watching me at work, in public and even family when I get a chance to pull away to visit. The sadness in…