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Mar 2012
for as long as i live, i promise to look down the holes i find
promise to look into absolute uncertainty, and not to give a **** about it
ill look at the cellular device and face my rejection.

how many more words can i possibly make use of?
i'm out of wine
i'm out of thoughts
for the devil has pre-empted them

destroy the scent of the flesh
it will end up there at some point eventually
the people who are really capable of love will shine through
cast great lines across the sky
across the ocean
across eyes and sand
lapping waves
fruiting dirt

if i don't miss that now i won't ever
rhythm rhythm rhythm
sword sword sword

now its all a mess again
start over tomorrow
Carl Hoek
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Carl Hoek  new york city
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