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There's a city in front of you
and all you can see
is how crooked the buildings look
and their *****, rotten teeth

I see everything all around
and everything in between
and it's all stunning to me.
I think of thoughts and meanings
and how they mean nothing

Things are simple,
just to an extreme


The ground digs into my sacrum
and I can't get up

*Just a bunch of young folks
whistling about happiness
Past*
    
prods present
            to invent*  
                      **future
Stuck
my
tongue
between
my teeth,
found the
sweet
one
wrapped
up
in
my sheets.
I woke up today.
This paper is on my mind

all of the


sick
people
build
****-
steeples
at dawn,

mow my lawn,
mow my lawn,

lazy boys get laid
on the ground.

Girls that had
never left town-

I  had a pretty cool idea about them.

I woke up today,
that's right,

I woke up.


Give me pleasure (!),
imperatives inserted
inside of you, give me-

your throat
is smoking raw,

take a drag off
something I wrote.

Pre- rhetoric,
pre- histor-
ic,
I'm a
dinosaur
and I
don't
even care
any-
more.
How can you call me a hippie
if I don't know
how to love?
Whispered words of demoralization
Face to face with confrontation.

Never the one to make a sound
But always the last to hold her ground.

Late night thoughts of what would have been
Makes no difference to what happened then.

Sudden insight as to who she is
Secret yearning for timeless bliss.

Wanting the best from everything
The future, the past, from anything.

Hopeless wonders brighten faces
But wishful thinkings lead empty chases.
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