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Sounds like ****

-:/:-

Angry insistence on our RIGHT to be angry

( okay )

The RIGHT to ruthlessly retaliate (?)

COME LET'S WALK TOGETHER FOR AWHILE

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hush /-: -/ wait

Until the children stop screaming

:-:

All the wisdom crumpled up
Thrown to the floor

/:/

The gentle simple humanity

( what's that -- ? )

COME WALK THE STARK NIGHT ON YOUR OWN

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Little Joey Sweet Kiss
ain't here

Just the prostitutes and the pimps

And the johns and the pain

Yes the pain
The indescribable pain is here

(& you -- is that you there ?)

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The pages -- torn pages
the monumentally vast pages

The pained poetical sensibilities

Torn and swirling
In the night winds eddies

Twisting grotesquely
In the alleyways

Where OUR children are sleeping

Wailing and weeping

WHO LEFT THEM THERE?

after the love and the lust and the games
That created them are too boring to be played

Out on THE STAGE anymore

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and then of course

The years

Our Unfathomable sadness

Totally immune

To
Our rage and our fear