sun dyes my hair
(earlier)
While I was about to write some crummy
lyrics -
the clouds    perfectly between a tree & shed
& - my eyes took a photo

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dozing-lightly,
Dog doing same
Black cat enters.
All froze

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ants feel
surprisingly hard
under your
fingertips

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War is a system. It is The System.
it is the means to keep people who feel insecure, securely tucked into a command bunker
Securely delegating their fears out,
so others who would rather plead insanity
Bleed vapidly in their leader's imaginings,
instead of war
who ever thought we had much, such in common?

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Funnily enough, words never sound tough
In your mind’s eye, on the ones you love, or try
seeing it their way, but it’s always a vision for yesterday
Could you hold a match to what you always felt?
Is this the way good love’s furnace smelts?
fuel is good on time, any later
and white hot becomes empty mime,
_
The princes and women they keep
Made kisses work before rock wore down to dirt
And your world spins too, but so goes your brain
till you feel a little new, stay mellow, framed.

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gold-laced
molten lava, dripping onto every,
all music
what is it about Bb minor
                                  major
what's surplus? a drum solo?
we tell the truth when it stops raining

& how could you/I turn off Debussy
when he's still learning to make do
in ever-glades of silvery dew
& weeping infinitesimal tears
into broad
piano
strings

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Things will be different.
No one will lose their sight,
their hearing, their gallbladder.
It will all be Cat-skills with brand-
new wraparound verandas.
The idea of ****** will not
have vibrated yet
While back here,
they are still cleaning out packets of wrinkled Argentina.
But in the next galaxy,
certain planets will have true
blue skies and drinking water