texts of poetry from new york, part one

another one attracted
to the road side of life
slice of time righteous lime
twist of faith sketchy
in vanity same tragedy
games glamourous glimmering
shine shimmering twine
withering wise weeping
willowy wisps billowing
blathering buskering fits
brain dumping spelling bee
especially noxious compelling
repulsive ridiculous mission
accomplished with no accomplice
accosted corrosive battering
random access memory
enhancement

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look across the river
with a telescope it's no joke
lottery ticket play a prank
saying grace giving thanks
for a bitter cynicism you can
be in love with. cinnamon
sticks shredded on french
toast and pancakes in the
morning retreat get away
practice just to make perfect
contribution noting observation
on a mystical quest saying
nothing helping you move in
notch in your bed post another
hole in your belt losing weight
on the road good thing i
hibernated so long

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coming out of incubation
chambers killing your soul
setting the pace with relief
of a snowflake stained black
by the tar after your journey
write a book about sunday
rest a while too long make
a point to respond searching
outward turning in to see
a rich illumination of the
boredom so ordinary complaint of
the world depression is
seeking the wrong dream
desensitized to what's
really wanted the soul
yearning for freedom a
joint operation conflicting

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command mistaken control
released contortion capable
sleeping uncomfortable distorted
reflection a fun house
result. spooking the neighbors
helping a friend. make
no bones about it self directed
approach to those problems and
making your lists better call up
your family just to settle your
worries in historic disaster
of malicious negligence as
opposed to graceful benevolent
elegance keeping composure let's
get serious here on the ghost
train seeing no end present
continuous tense unbroken

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tie up your hands can you
free up your plans would it
kill you to dance don't you
know you could land if you
jump in the air there's a
pump over there so fill up
your flat tire and make
rubber hit road under
radar get low wearing scuba
sink slow burning laser heat
glow hearing sonar beep
blown out the watery cove
you just never know neither
do i, i know too many
words i have lust in my
heart you should gouge out
my eyes when i stare on the
train

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your speed poetry and fix
it consumerism don't need
my blessing - i'm a bum with
no standing so i just do my
thing - there's no use in the
after we should just make it
so - i go solo i stoop to the
level of the stairs that you
settle i'm a colonist i colonize
your colony after the fact is
absorbed there's not much left
to do with the meter of dogs
in the oven a heater of homes
no regrets to rejoice over
doing your own thing to complete
only hopes only dreams only notes
take a message - i will build
the master sheets.

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