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CARDINAL

Woman on a bluff
blustery and cold
sings her song
to the sea so old

Waves crash
and echo her pain
when the moon waxes
her heart is a wane

She reaches one hand
out to the sky
birds overhead
pass right by

And just above
her gray bubble
is a place in the clouds
free from her trouble

But she's too sad
to see that far
so each new day
leaves a Cardinal Scar.

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BIG BONED DRIVER

Your gasoline grin
in my rearview mirror
was it my mistake
while driving
or your car phone conversation?
You laughed when I
stalled the car
but your boots are

funnier

Go on and curse me
through that hole under your nose
but we both drive
down the same
torn up road.

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I don't want to
walk in the wind
shepherds spread their heads
but you and your
lonely dimension
forget how to function
after people leave
who remind you of your fortune.

Drinking reunion
put up with your elaborate leaf work
arms growing slowly like trees
instead of roots
your mornings for sleepless nights
they have names for this
laying in bed I tell you
I don't want to be dragged
through the mud by your dissapearances.

Change your occupation
and substitute me for
a dance party
with your worst enemy.

We were once allies.

 

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JUNE 30th RAP:

Hey you
crazy tennis ball
dripping off the faucets of
the subway mall
with the steppin to the next
tearing at the beasts and
apples orchard's necks
oh no
where you gonna go
your pants start to stink
and your shin splint's sore?
Come up
ask me about delectables
your just like the rest
with infected soul
glass cups
champagne fundamentals
down in texas
space gov't officials

word

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CYRUS'S'S DREAM

Healthy comparisons wane
most humor evolves
but this one is stuck
with drama to ensue

Mustarding witnesses to attest
apparent gestures devoted
(tombstone teeth grin)
to big serious selfhish

Poor desires, they deceive
a Betrayal of honest sorts
without a rug

Geniuses abound critique
all of this smoke
behind your back

They all know
through this,
that -
Brilliant Static Allures
Same Old Shadows

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HEARTLESS MARTYR

nothing cleanses like the evaporation
of crudeness from the body's strongest muscle

twirling smokey language
in a creative blur of subconscious remarks

Hemlock finds its way down the Heartless Martyr's trachea

it soothes the stagnant parts
of empty, empty hearts

an addiction quarreled by conscious empathy.

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