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| the crush beckons,
whispers of mediocrity
slip in through the cracks
icy intruders infect
with doubting goosebumps
the malstrom calls
tempting in industrial
white noise durudgery
ringing in the ears
as it rings in the bowl
the storm is hailing
beating itself
against foolish heads
as we kie here starving
thinking ourselves the wiser.
as life rages forward
those fools find meaning
in returning to share
but they do not understand it
for it was gotten, out there.
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| we all need some-
time to ourselves
to steal and sell
the lowest bidder
so we may find
contentment, bitter
in consumer kitty litter
hocking our invitation, life
for bio-imitation and strife
standing soma staring
in individually
packaged professions
distressed, in monkey suits
micromanaging souls
to buy precious seconds
to manage ourselves
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| just breathe
nothing and then the wind
your wind in and out
all the time present
our drummer beats
the base line
to breath-the melody
as our souls drive
our life's soundtrack
ever forgotten
in ringing and wronging
in day and night
city traffic and
hopeless manic.
just breathe | | |
| so its you again.
thoughts of you
float me by
by me?
when the beat picks up
and tear ducts swell
as i dress myself
in corporate clownsuit
stainless teflon
emote deflector
to mechanize
instead
of feeling you
brush far corners
of my heart,
like so many others. | | |
| Poets!
Come one
Come all!
To your own
Downfall.
Puddles of driveling
Drip from your shriveling,
Shrieking hearts.
And no one but you is listening | | |
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