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Apr 2014
for Joel*


been Fryed
exposed white bones crisped
secrets out
all my life tempted to
"ride the third rail of madness"

to find my peace

but all rails paralleled,
run and ran,
mine had no terminus final

so I tried a tighter, ever growing smaller
circle electric

merging two failing arcs
became

a single dot

and that Is why even my
Punctuation Free Poems
end thusly.
Thank you kind kind sir
Mr. Joey Frye
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/628915/the-courage-to-seek/

my courage, even my vocabulary, has been crushed by life,
yet I ride one rail of almost normal, a second of
spurned poet poseur extraordinaire.
So when theΒ Β third rail asked why not me?
I could no longer refuse
for the question answered itself,
at last an ending.
Nat Lipstadt
Written by
Nat Lipstadt  120/M/nyc
(120/M/nyc)   
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