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Sometimes people
spend their adult hood
getting over their youth
children treated wood.
Hospice room's machines
a healthy noise harmony
song of the Opera queens
perfect pitch is the irony.

The end is always near
morphine drip constants
dreams of lovers so dear
death gets what it wants.

The final absolute end
with her infinity reach.
Flowers mourners send
Hymn a buzzard screech.
 Feb 8
Lucan
Love's a loaded craps game, played
by ****** people, lads who dream
a sweet and willing cavalcade
of perfect mates who can't exist
(though in the yahoo's mind they must,
or how would any man get kssed
or be excused the wolfish lust
of ****** people, cads who dream?)
This is just a (necessary) corrective to all the slap-happy sappy drivel everyone keeps churning out in the hyper-inflated Hollywoods of our yearnings and desires. I know, I know -- it seems so REAL at the time.
A million laughs
and bubble baths,
loud 1812 Overture
drugs open aperture.
Both mutes *******
broncos are bucking.
Watch silent movies
Garbo on her knees.
Santa Ana winds
angry fire maker
arsonist unbends
pizza oven baker.
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