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So many bongs it feels like someone is squeezing my shoulders, and I’m perpetually stuck with the feeling that someone’s about to arrive.
I kept saying to myself, by way of justification, As if to say, in the long view, as God sees it: This is a phase Period concludes it like dying when you’re 12 This’ll end naturally, like the Planet Surely dopesmoking, getting high’ll, get boring, I’ll find something else Nothing specific, nothing formally planned, but…
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Taking so many drugs that my personality becomes a mistake I can alter with an eraser.
Like an eye an hour before sleep I become divorced from Me Bleeding reasons onto the leaves Last night again that same dream, Parisian Lost in a maze, samefaced streets, ablaze lamplight on rain sleekness Walking shamefaced, backstreets route to her place Write something true: Left bright-eyed, came home bereft in a torn and muddy…
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Angelsightings
Porchlight backlit Angel with a halo and, famously, lay-low payloads Want me there, well knead dough Want my prayers, well said well read Got loadsa D’oh like Homer expressing emotion Von dead for his little motion Left me to take the gross, took her to the O Soil, room temperature and adequate water, grows like…
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I smacked him in the god-chocked chamber where he had gone to raze meat for his patron the lame dwarf Obekus.
Formless language, Daniel sandwiched between Pointy-eared demons and Babylonian Chieftains Torchlit banquet, Banquo angling for my bankroll, carrot dangling bandits Don’t accept offers, refuse plainly don’t overexplain, simply refuse Ripped band aid’s the trick How you say; it doesn’t have to be rude to stick If it’s true, that’s the rule even if they rue…
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Was all my joy
I was walking through the garden Frost had the ground hardened Late Winter delayed starting Pondering my life’s constant stop starting, up down all around What Vasari would hardly term an artist I am quick to criticize but the back is mine where the scourge hits hardest Tired of being Trial’s favourite target Devising cunning…
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