Tag: writing
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Idaho
Going where I’d a hoe Private like Idaho Low gas drives at half past five, me coyotes neon logos and a no-go sky Seeking the Logos.
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Watching the perpetrator
I am sickened by weakness, any meekness Despising that malign mantle Victim I would seek rectitude forthwith and in wrecking Him who wrecked my youth gain some handsome victory My bloodstained hands dirtied despite recent dipping, still dripping in fact A sense of things tipping over, that soon it will be over, this strange act.…
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That’s him there
The culprit swanning across his yard Hurriedly, as if pursued, studied and furtive and rapid His feet were light like the sun unseated walked these sordid streets And like a rat’s made only a light tapping, as if assuring a woken sleeper Nothing is happening I spied him who sent me white, that I so…
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DUALITYHER
She says I’m mean when she’s clean, won’t see me No seat the table, I was the steamy presence at the feast Only the mediums present could sense me, but on gear She’s calling for meets freak amounts, overeager Did both sides, like eggs done over easy She sends me pictures of her midriff and…
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Conspiracy Theory II
A taxi driver told me, practically in tears About a two-tiered society, the CIA selling gear A mob who rule through brute force and fear Only through decoding twilight languages can they be made appear In full wolf fierceness They had all the fathers of Nobel winners nearly Packed neatly into a room, they were…
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