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people are ironic

when you have none, you are lonely
a silent, unforgiving world

but when there are tons...

you are still lonely.
a noisy, unforgiving world

and in the end, no one really loves you
no one really knows you
they just sit there
on their pedestals
more pillars to compare yourself on

because there is strength in numbers
and my god, you really ****

so stay lonely
lonely and happy
because the game of life
is best played solo
because no matter what,
you have always won
so yeah i kinda don't like myself
The graveyard is a
mouth of crooked teeth,
with an ambiguous smile.
in Just-
spring       when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame baloonman

whistles       far       and wee

and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it’s
spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer
old baloonman whistles
far       and         wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it’s
spring
and

        the

                goat-footed

baloonMan       whistles
far
and
wee
to be wired by you, to be pinned
to be worn by someone, i wear you
on my smile these days
daylight
opens its mouth
i stream out of you like water
your halo eyes
-------
i am drained like
a man in the summer
---------
3rd street is an open casket
-------
oranges are
a
creature
of
the
sun
-------
indian summer in my heart
you unravel me,
and i end up calling you master,
at the end of the night.
tell me what to do, how to behave.
touch me here, there, right there.
I give you permission to lose it.
you can do anything that you want to do,
to me.
d.c.
you don't exist when
my eyes are open
you don't exist when
my blood's not poisoned
when my soul's at peace
when my gut is full
and when I'm in company

So you exist most of the time
dear muse
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