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Ian Canavan Aug 2015
Off to buy some *******
So I can get high with my friends in the rain.
Are we running away from life's pain?
Or towards  understanding again?
For some the truth can constrain
For others set free from their bane
Its insane
This drug makes my mind like a train
Derailed and kept unconstrained
Sublimely tempting and vain
  Amen

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lessons in writing while high
Ian Canavan Jul 2015
That news
of possible impending death
requires a seat
that gives no comfort,
I pace upon hearing
of the wounds needed to heal,
I reach for the platitudes
I fail..."****"
my father just told me he has throat cancer
Ian Canavan Jun 2015
The whisper of an echo spoken
drums beneath my body broken
All above seen without dreams
held in thoughts burst forth it seems
Ian Canavan Jun 2015
Sometimes you just
want to rage and gnash and spit
sometimes you just
want to ****
sometimes you have to
**** in front of loved ones
sometimes reading
Bukowski doesnt help
drunk, of course
Ian Canavan Jun 2015
A discussion
About our passion
Feels like an
Assassination of
Our love
Ian Canavan May 2015
Once upon  time
In a mind too far astray
There lived a little monster
I tried hard to keep at bay,,,,,,,,,,,,,
just now
Ian Canavan May 2015
If you see me
on here
and Need
an ear
I'm ALWAYS
  here
to be that
ear
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