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Not much potential.He got on with a ticket cutout of a glossy bit of stationary.He was a young manwith nothing going for him.He sat thereas the train ..
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An infernal affliction
came upon
me, I was sick, sick
to death as I felt
my eyelids peeled back
like rolls of t..
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It’s
been fifteen
years and
though my body tires,
and I
have far to go,I know
I’m going
home,to green
hills and
c..
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It can’t be all that bad.
Blindness never bore bad sights.
Hunger never bore bad tastes.
Freezing on a park bench never burnt.
D..
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It all began so quaint, thinly guisedadvances leading to full on,unabashed cuddling.As limbs like logsfound their proper orientationunder the shufflin..
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The old gay reprobate rest
there, against the double-length
door way, mouth gaping like
a carnival doll,
or like a sin-
stain in J..
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There we were, lost on a bottomless sea
composing messages to our mothers
Accepting of all there is and can be.
And though the waves we..
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Ceaselessly we row into the past, into
the dank cellars of death whilst the red and rose youth wonder what becomes of the
lightning splitting of tre..
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Inspired by Sylvia Plath's "Daddy"
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Boom, boom went the eyes in the sleepless night,
poof, went the dream clouds like hourglass sand.
fading gently in and out of my sight
I ..
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