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My home breaks off into fragments Whenever I race through the door From the rabid snarls of a mob, Hopelessly ill, with their inborn hate
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Boom-bap rescues me, From idle time’s racing chatter As the nation, berates itself It’s a lyrical refuge; A haven, overlooking past struggles That bleed into mine It found me long ago On a quiet back-road As I fled a lost war It will find me again When I have had my fill Of this uphill…
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I lost today in a blaze In a tailspinning fire; Another husk In a scrapyard of ghostly pyres
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It is always too soon or too late To jackknife from this nest And plunge into the tide’s, Rejoicing swell If I leap too soon I will meet the sharp rocks, As a pink and red mist If I spring too late Then the waves, will lose their charms As the cheers of kinship below,…
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The fatal breach in her armor Now crawls with ants, on the prowl For the spoils of war
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Bleary-eyed, “Good morning” is a stray round, Grazing my ear; The pitiless ringing, Follows me to dusk I’m staggering From a reverie that grew too hellish; Staggering, toward midnight’s, Wayside charm
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The bridges I’ve crossed Are now jagged and useless islands Gradually, crumbling to sand But their pillars will stand Long after I’ve frittered the strength To do the same And they’ll speak for me In hushed and loveless refrains Until, they fall to my depths
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A timely wind Will someday loosen my grasp On these fatherly branches I will treasure the moment I glide To the river below, And its swift unraveling of time But I will mourn When I’ve finally lost sight of home, Of the leaning tree That has shed its last leaf
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Idle time brings me to a simmer When my desperate stride Has withered to a crawl Hours expand and I sink Into the bleach stained carpet, Beneath ivory trees and giants Who groan and lament My column of smoke will disperse by first light Before these gods can rain down Their once secreted affection
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