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And on that grassy shoreline there,Far from all who thought they'd dare,Far from those who'd ask, "What do you see?" "What is truth?"While we'd grima..
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Here lay conduct in the face of whim,Therein contained within reason: Caught between stimuli, Crossed eyes, legs a..
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Lying in an intersection, 4th and River Street,Painted in the colors of the sun.God only knows how you understand this,but you soldier on anyways,brig..
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How can we say that we know life,When this drink in which we partakeIs poisonous so,Turning all roses to weeds,Our rosaries togarrotes,These vines to ..
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We gather en masse on a dry shore,A sea of dead grass and thorns,at the dry banksAnd the doorway of a liquor store.Huddled close in this ashenLand, we..
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There were no words that could pierce the light of the noon-day sere.With silent glances, we scrutinized the scene.Stage left: handshakes meant to gre..
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Brown rain falls down to brown streetsAnd brown shingles and guttersAs a pale fog creeps around a woman on the street-corner,Her shoulders bare, her d..
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In daylight's fastidious oppression -96 degrees and rising- Black beetles scuttle about the smooth marble.With incestuous airs, their midnight claws d..
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No words could bend the shallow tongue, the shrill pitch of their airs.Nor could any bow, curtsy, or pastiche of Nietzsche or Camus.Their eyes glaze o..
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There's a certain flavor of psychosis,Of strawberry wine, ofGrapples and oranges.Ascertaining this quality,This condiment of hubris,By men in white co..
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