Final Thoughts
I always knew you’d be the one The one who would leave. I knew it from the beginning. And I decided to dance with you anyway. So, This is Love then. Solitude & memories,
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Eyes or Wrists
We were right about where we came from. The spit & fire, nails & razors, The lashing of bicycle chains behind the knees, Father’s handprint bruised to the side of my face.
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How To Lose Money And Brain Cells - A Petty Drug Dealers Guide PT 7
Settling In To The Mayhem
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Farewell Wee Ginge (after McGonagall)
Farewell Wee Ginge as you travel ‘cross the sea To start a new life with your girlfriend Mimi. In a quiet moment won’t you spare a thought for me.
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The Girl on the Front Page
The girl on the front page winked at me while people inside died to be free. While disease and disaster took their toll she showed her perfect teeth and laugh at it all.
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Marduk*, The Paper God (On Rupert Murdoch)
Marduk, who held a paper sun and paper world within your hands; maker of kings; lord of the lies. The fear of you is fading. All those who knelt at your feet now tear you down
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For as molten metal bound are we not in the magma
For as molten metal bound Love if only I could love the stone core of your heart Love you like the vine that splits and climbs a rock face Love you like a sun orbiting the moon—what art Tendril drip
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a pigeon’s loft
Give me a pigeon’s loft of neglect because I want to be left alone here in the city where everyone’s busy.
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A star feathered orchard:
The night stars have never near sobbed Their hearts out; really, fully, That is why..? The sun arises so happily -Joyous with these songbirds, full of mirth.
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The blackness of plastic bin bags.
...the ubiquitous bin bag...
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