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May 2015
This is the theatre of bubblegum dread
A daily dose of drama for your head
Mythic proportions, gloomy with steam
It made the top ten in your dreams
Avant-garde and ancient still
Calm but violent is his will
Here’s a dose for your blood and spine
Subtract those who ain’t alive
Apocalyptic, judging sneer
Fields of green by yellow smeared
Pure expressions of existence and joy
But school is out, no more films or ploys
Surrender to the unwaking moments
Soul of a clown, basked in loneliness
Psychological heart trip-up
Be careful or you might get stuck
Storms roll by when you’re with your cosmic mate
A chess game for the ******, a wave to fate
Drowned the lizard in a make-believe Rhine
It only cost you about three dimes
Lucy Tonic
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Lucy Tonic
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   Iris Madden, --- and Rapunzoll
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