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Remember
The unwary man that loves
her
Should remember
she
Seated eternal upon the throne
awesome when obscured
She feels no need to stand
equal
Face to face
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Traveling
I guess we're all going to
the same place
Some of just take different
routes
I think I'm in Gadston, Alabama
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Thoughts on Finishing a Book
On the night of April 30, 1960, returning
from a party celebrating the hard-cover
publication of his book, Richard Farina
was thrown from the back of a motorcycle
and killed. Mr. Farina was 29.
Farina wrote a book called
down so long it looks up to me
Said some good things in it
but
i don't think that was all he
had to say
Guess that's why he died
But
the book is around
if want to
read it.
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Sorry
You think I don't love you...
that's wrong
I forget many milestones in this
vale of tears
Yet no loss of love....for you
exists
We're apart, have been for
too long
It leaves an icy sadness
in me....
I guess emptyness is always cold...
a tired heavyness.
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A Friend
Morrisitti shouldn't have died
but he did
we should have found him
but we didn't
the world needed him
but it forgot
i should have loved him
but i didn't
His dying should have mattered
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The Games (previously untitled)
The games; the goddamn games
played to regain what wasn't
even there to be givn and
not taken.
Games, damn games, people
Games, which burned what I
Needed to even play.
Win...
Can't lose what can't
be played.
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Losing
Losing
games
played to gain
what isn't
anywhere
games
hid what I had
to play
lose what can't be
played, not
likely
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Past and Prologue
Past quilt and error
crush memories
with hobnail boots
Freeing the rotting
stench
Of a soul
lost and not caring
The death leaving the
world
so much
The way it
had been
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Talking
A green prison with
Sears stereo
Two empty lights guarding
the picture between
You across from me like my
past grown legs
Demanding equal time
retribution, I hazard
I'm talking with my eyes
closed.
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Nonsense
A small tired old lady
A face beaten into experience
by God knows what
She asks if she could learn about the world
from a book
I guess she hasn't got it figured out.
Now if I knew what the fuck
good poetry was
I'd write, wouldn't I.
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Mine
When mine comes
sure as hell it will
be
a day late
And probably a
dollar short
Shit
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Mirror
You are this morning
there half-covered
Body calling cleanly
vaguely
Like a morning cloud
blushing with want for
a new day
In her mirror applying
paints and smudges
With
studied perfection
becoming yet another
Melissa
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Untitled
After a while, friends with
tangled brains and souls that
trip over untied shoe strings
probably got a little tiresome.
Ergo, one mustn't keep
his problems about him, too
long.
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Untitled 2
Well, here I am, strange place to be
but then everybody's got to be somewhere.
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A Way
A way to be
or go
not to feel
numbness
Happy as pentathol
painless
Gone the wishing
the desire
To be known
To be seen not as you're
afraid of
told of
Seen as you see
yourself
One leaf
empty tree
In a forest with no paths
Unseen
Unfeeling
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A Way to Go
Not to feel, numb
happy as pentathol...
Absent, the unfulfilled wishing
desire to be known...
understood
To be seen not as bad
as you're afraid of...told of...
Seen as good as you think, hope.
To be the longest leaf
on the lowest tree,
In the forest with no paths
unwalked...ever
Fallen leaf, not seen
cared
No pain there.
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Waxing
Life is the ends of strings
Remaining untied
untried
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Untitled 3
Actually, sadness needs no help
I think
So I hope
hope...and miss you
And travel to you
Listen
