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by ruben-hayward

Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain. Pain, Pain Pain (Pain) Pain-- Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain pain painpainpain Pain pain pain Pain pain Pain. Pain with pain Pine and pain And sick Pain-Ill death-clock Tick tick ticks Nothing to say Anymore Pain pain. Pain Pain with feathers How pain and why pain And will be and never was pain Pain in your shoes, In a shower On a floor Pain In a garden Pain With your tea Pain in your eye As you drive Along We must be terrible We must be heinous Viscous, meticulous, We are not. But pain pain pain I. Can not sleep As they sanction drone Strikes on children I. can not sleep As a Ghostly ether summons Across lakes in dream I. Can't think I. can feel like a Cyprus Upon a grave Love love love Love love love love Love love love love Death exists Life is in brief moments Where the dead Drag in front of you Bleeding, broken Forever lost in this abyss Grafted from a tree In another world Oh, my love. Oh my love, As I know it true In bent knees at dawn Whispers evermore in my ear Beyond graves and atom bombs Test pilots Test tubes Test Pain in your chest In your mouth Rotted flesh Rotted fits of aging Agony which Is pain, exquisite Like a needle Precise like A Nuclear accident I. Can't sleep As things fly above my head My eye Leaving me in the dark Leaving me in a tub Leaving me in a gas task Mustard gas and Venus Drowned in calm water Out, out, out, Number 1. Nitrous oxide Psalms, palms, Save little girls In dresses know As I walk by a snowglobe Oh, my love How I am sick of questions with an Answer I know But not quite Not, quite And death will solve All power Like forks In an outlet u r a beautiful dawn At sunset My eyes are tired It needs to heal It needs to heal D. E. A. (D) In a straw or dollar O.K. oh, Kay Oh, Natalie I dot the "I" in your Name in my brain In my bones leaving me Aloft in dream, I dream and weep I dream and weep Pain Pain Pai. N. Kiev Leaving Pain Pain. Pain. no. 1
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ruben-hayward
For You?
Written by
ruben-hayward
Published
Jul 18, 2015
Time
5m
Notes

always one to garnish wounds with cyanide (and a hint of sage), the Poet insists here that love is the inverse of pain--the same side of the two coins. Or, as the French would say, in a rather English idiom: To get stoned with two birds.

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