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Nov 2017
approximately what gives
this is all surreal
i can’t conceal my disappointment
in sports cars and movie stars
or in maladjusted hearts
the insurance agents start a non-profit
the cotton industry is limited
bitcoin is a big business
triple your money in a minute
first let the world know
that you are too empty to show up
purchase your retirement
in plastic suitcases that roll sideways
finalize the divertissements
divisive and subversive
i look forward to reading my book
and growing my soul
its an internal process
the way that we respond to death and beauty
can we still see the forest for the trees
so many artists starving in our apartments
lying on the carpets
and drowning in their stench
paper and pen meet later
and you sprinkle it
like capers on a salad
start spreading the idea that we are human
and we have intuition
somewhere there is music
waiting for you to intrude
upon her dinner
smells like a fire muted by desire
i am retired here and now
so stop beating up your puppies
they’ve never done anything wrong
the wheels go round and we lift off the ground
the hills become invisible and we are in the air
later the stewardess returns to your chair
and asks you if she can help you
you produce the illusive gesture
and hope she understands you
while slutty stars ***** our hearts
you are determined not to hide the scary parts
we embark on the ride of a lifetime
her mind is gone but her spirit is strong
hungry eyes **** near **** us
despite those sky lines and eyeliner
these lips are willing if you are up for it
while blind men
are killing each other at the office
growth is a forest
a rhizome in our porridge
burnt to a crisp we forage for our dinner
the dust is giving us its powers
dreams are shattered like blank cartridges
stardust and partridges
farms and families glisten with meaning
peace is finally coming
to a theater near you
Ganesha Michael Shapiro
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