

Scared of SolitudeBrown shadows burning on dead pebbles Deserted wind slithering my socks around my anklesScared of Solitude
Nobody and nothing warm Not even my mind that watery cavern And the sunset just gone
I’m alone and alive walking through wet grass Not really knowing the hour But feeling the living wet socks kissing my ankles


Professional TouchVariety treaty spinning twining twirls; control the contradictory without, while succumbing to the subconsious. Variety treaty spinning twining twirls.Professional Touch
Trustless politics front end backstabbing cliché cloisters closet closed STOP! Don’t says she, no won’t can’t did, murder kill says justice peace friends.
Touch me where I can’t feel you loud death Won’t scream stop don’t hurt slaughter. Movement momentum endless free lunch laughter with the scream slash slippery!
Trumpet perfect bugle windpipe cream fight. Try total freeness unfortun


Poem 4Her cold embrace does little to warm the hard hard spectres of memory. Pain retaliates bursting through and stifling tears. Dropped ice cream cone melting in the oppressive lack fo new temperature. Raised voices next door, door slams shut, car starts.Poem 4
Cut grass of yesterweek blowing slowly down main street. Car jogs by, needs a tune up, wearied man bahind the rudder. Read the thoughts behind his ancient face, old pains and long ago loves. Country music drifts slowly, lazy. Sad lyrics speak lies.
She walks with a slow careless stride. Old tennies scrapi


Poem 9Riots and anger smashing breaking flying destruction. Baseball bat crushes window Shattered glass Raw excitement abounds fevered and loud.Poem 9
The cops—with riot gear mastks shields and batons Tear gas professional murder dissent disappears Tear gas and real tears shattered life broken brain.
Fighting death slit throat and an odd appeal Shrouded faces anger untamed untouched Dangerous to society and yet necessary
i am interested to see
Oops. When could I have done that?
Maybe it was my alter...
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