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in memoriam

by ganesha-michael-shapiro

Red faced and wasted I saw you naked And fell in love With your ancient body Gone is the impulse to run And all i can do now Is to write simply Lies and truth Mixed together Like oil and vinegar We are fumigating Our own bodies Remove these carbon copies And quietly daydream About the faces of lost Summer lovers Fundraisers say goodbye To yesterday's vacations Just as we long to cry We catch ourselves Smiling for a moment What do the turtles wish to communicate Are we awake in our shells Or have we fallen into the spell of limitation Consternation and masturbation Facts and figures receive their adulation While we attract only tender triangulations Please finish up your investigation I blame you for instigating this comedy A catalyst of abomination and dichotomy Which followed me into retirement Let's give banquets back to the government And return to ancient lands Devoted to camels and drunken apologies It's apocryphal Pornographic phantasmagoria Fantastic fan-fictions Describing sacredly sadistic rituals Glorious duality Radically alters our expectations Yet manages to satisfy your frustrations In dissimilar situations We liberate our agitation and consternation Over magazines and barnacles We are more conspicuous Than an empty gap in the sky Made by two constellations Taking a long vacation Intrepid sailors raise their sails And navigate by stars and compasses Renaissance dancers are porous instigators They initiate our imitations We dream of political sovereignty To remediate these tragedies I breathe warfare and cleanse the air Of apathetic non-negotiaters Harboring criminals like butterflies Sometimes the means do justify your eyes Targets never argue And bullets never lie Finances and fiancées Certainly have some value Yet we underrate our skies Miles of lost continents Drift out from your skin We begin an embargo Hoping in the future we will win Metaphysical furniture Effects the state of mind you're in The record players turned down But you heat me up to begin
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