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samuel nathan Aug 2011
where i one easy ****
i could get no easy ****
always hard pretty fantastic *******
it is absolutely nothing
as is authority
or a fuckload of monkeys
constructed entirely with word magnets that adorn my refrigerator
samuel nathan Aug 2011
who wants to go someplace
someplace far far away
from where i am you are
who wishes to take up
the stakes and powder
and take up outer
we could go now
no waiting
we should leave like
yesterday evening
who wants
to leave
with me
samuel nathan Aug 2011
i see cars pass
each one newer and cleaner then before
i see everything in reverse
and backwards
do the crazy
rear-to-side view
mirror dance
i see a mother holding the hand of her child
the look in her eyes
hopelessness regret maybe
i see teens walking in packs
like wolves
if they only knew
how much i and you
hate them
i see a large man riding a bicycle
his weight suspended magically
soaked in sweat as
spastic as he peddles
uphill
i see a sign that tells me
slow children are playing in the street
always in the street always
chasing something
i see my home
will soon cease to be my home
samuel nathan Aug 2011
there is one hell of a
sour taste in my mouth
may be the margarita mix
may be the swordfish
may be why i am not
welcome at my own house
may be the exit calling
may be not flying but falling
may be I need to
get out of the south
samuel nathan Aug 2011
do not let fools get to you
the ones you see watching you
the ones who's hatred boils
behind the compliment they paid you
what do they know of
your thoughts your smile your true
beauty
they see you
how they want to see you
I say
be yourself
people will not like you anyway
samuel nathan Aug 2011
this dead guy
and his dead beer
trying to figure out
what exactly happened here

this dead guy
drank his dead beer
then decided to have
another dead beer

day after day
year after year
this dead guy
drank his dead beer

until
this dead guy
drowned
in his dead beer
and we all found out
what exactly happened here
samuel nathan Aug 2011
the coast the calling coast
east west
both have the most to boast
the waves my audience
applauding
and roaring endlessly roaring
the sand between
my toes and fingers
creeping up the back of my neck
hot warm cold
as i slide my feet deeper in
the salty air smells to me
of freshness
of bliss
of decay
of wasted hours not wasted if wasted
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