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Some succumb to it
I **** my thumb and
get on with it,
we all get wound up
some get crushed in the
round-up
some succumb to it
I **** my thumb and
get on with it.
Wheee two days free
but I'll still be up at five
watching the day crawl in.

Thought I was sorely tempted
to find I was only sore and
it was a real letdown

but I'm alright
two days free
why shouldn't I be?

She says
the bathroom needs tiling
those papers need filing
and before I can get a word in
She gives me that look.

thought I was free
alas
not to be.
You’re never going to have the cake
Learn to like the taste of bread.

You’re never going to wear diamonds
Learn to appreciate cut glass.

You’re never going to hear applause
Learn to marvel at the stillness.

You’re never going to win the gold
Learn to admire the shine of copper.

You’re never going to be adored
Learn to love just being liked.

You’re never going to live forever
Learn to be your best today.
                 ljm
One outta six ain't too bad.
Four years is a  long, long time
To watch what we’ve long worked for
Erode bit by bit or in big chunks.
How will we survive the watching
While being headed off at every curve
By sycophants who stand in line
To get in on the unearned spoils
Of ravaging ecology, economy
The middle class and truth.

Fourteen hundred and sixty days:
What can we hide in basement corners
To keep it from being broken or soiled.
What can we bury in the back yard garden
To know it’ll still be there for us to use
When the ravaging is over and we can breathe
And try to reassemble democracy
From the leftovers and the cast-asides
That evilness bequeathed to us on leaving.
                 ljm
Prices are not going down.
Immigrants will still pour in.
They'll tell us that we're better off
And hope we do not notice.
Prove me wrong and let me love you.
I have things to do
but I'm not sure what,

I got an early morning fugue
trying to find out who I am
and it's not yet breaking dawn
what was my name when I was born?

the fog lifts
the fugue departs
hell and all the handcarts
have rolled away
and today
I have things to do.

She sees through me
I must be paper-thin,
think again She says to me
and strokes my double chin,

but we are as we are
and to be fair
as we are has got me this far
so
no complaints from me.
A little oval
The size of a been
It's green
And I'm not sure if it's taunting me
Or comforting me
But it's there
Staring

It's hard to believe
That something so small
Could change my big world

I know it will dissolve
Into many little workers
Trying to take the wheel of my brain
For my captain is evil
And they want to help me

Please do help me

I've tried everything else
Starting to take Zoloft, I think I'm exited--but I'm mostly just done with feeling bad.

(This note was written by a mop that was supposed to clean but was ***** so made things worse. Like a lot of people a guess.)
Good night dear stranger
I hope you manage to close your eyes
And your mind won't start it's terrifying show and tell

Good night dear stranger
I hope you can take a breathe
And breathe in the air from a place you feel safe
And breathe out all of the memories from times you weren't

Good night dear stranger
I hope the darkness doesn't resemble your mind
And that your thoughts about yourself are kind

Good night dear stranger
I hope you dream sweet dreams
And that you wake up
Still feeling that peace
And not like you're in a living nightmare
Good night

(This note was written by a coconut with a green inside. People claimed it was mold but it was just her soul.)
we could be staring
at the ceiling together
lost in wonder; but no worry,
our time will come;
how does one
pop a champagne cork
with decorum?
is there no way
to decompress
such a powerful reality;
what person lives
in such a weak-*** place
as where you need to cook
on med-high? Let us
invite them back
to simmerland,
poor scorchers
of innocent garlic,
their culinary attempts
of bravado
leave a disting-
guishable aroma behind,
their loving search
for the unknown,
that which was not
before but lays ahead,
is testament
to their sincerity
and enthusiasm,
their recipes
a jumble of surmise,
but they always pull it off
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