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What Remains
The sleeping mind arises. It reconstructs pictures into meaning. Flashing lines appear from the dark. I learned subtraction until I was full. Leaving the movie I drive off Into the screen where all The clowns died laughing, And so we go to The funeral of pregnant pauses. At this juncture I’ve forgotten More than I…
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Colors
red the underbelly of something dying the blood coursing thru veins bulging the sun squatting just before darkness the billowing morning flags over the people blue the faded edges of forgotten places the waters once were the empty room with filled ashtrays “Gauloise Blue,” Robert Motherwell green backs with envy on the other side hoping…
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Price Of Perfection
Starvation makes you beautiful. Makes you fit and petite. These pills can make you look wonderful. Just take two five times a week. Soon we’ll all look identical To that beauty of the week. Our bodies will look wonderful. But internally their weak. Our clothes will fit remarkable. Our lifestyle will be sheik. We’ll all…
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Just because it?s different, don?t make it carry the burden of better or worse, Just be grateful that you got it, and store it up in your knowledge purse, Thank God for the powers, store?em up and disperse, For every sweet there?s a sour, for every blessing a curse, Get better or worse, quench hunger…