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sometimes a piece works
sometimes it wroks

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we are what we add up
there are those who lived
there are those who thrived
there are those that will come
there are those none

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first, joe dies
the land's creator
then, dies the land
creator of joes
words will live on
words like guernica

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amazing how things happen as if they don't:
when problems come
i call the children, close the doors
all calm down, i reach the hurricane
in the meek of things, no sores

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hypothetical particle colliding protons
and the illustration of this collision

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an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
a blind for a blind, toothless and demented
the revenge i harvest is not worth the seed
in this peace that i painfully deny myself

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a monster, frustrated by the full moon
i devour mistakes that make me vile
all this without hunger or instinct, the sky
is taken but I don't feel it, i feel
neither hope for the sprawled, promised sun
- this is the substance of a meaningless life

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i carry a heavy nostalgia
but send you this butterfly by air mail
i'll fly with it
yet i am, nostalgia along
killing time
while time postpones me

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the chicken story is sad but delicious

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hard to remember:
i woke up different - what face is this - human?
i was a goldfish, fuzzy flying wish
who's that pink thing looking at me, anxiously?

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the sad one
sees crying flowers
enormous buttons of pain
in all colors and smells

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unexpected terms
interrupting my thoughts
distract me of time
take me in one second
within and beyond

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i am not what i am
but what i form each day
the sky is still waiting for the sun
and i'm already in the humdrum
of creating a new me

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soon disinterest
will be intense as it should
broad as if it never was
before, and ours and final:
a hug and enjoy

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