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Shadows on the Internet
Insubstantial beings
Unreal--unreal--unreal
Soon we will forget what
Living people look like
How skin on skin can feel
T..
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Here I recline,
Undoing men,
Those of my own image,
My own race, in a subtle sense:
Those that suffer, weep,
Delight, rejoice,
And rebel, as I d..
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Night upon night, my head-hairs lengthen,
And with all the snip and trim shops shuttered,
I have to allow the transformation
Into a wild-maned heat..
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Poor sickly-sentimental incidental human--
He really doesn't know who I am at all.
He thinks I'm predictable, pacific, restrained,
On an even keel ..
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Don't come to me for advice,That well is dry.Ever since I was a childI have searched for my place in the worldAnd it has eluded me.Or perhaps excluded..
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In a pinch, you cannot rely on friends,Pseudo-friends, ex-friends, non-friends, the lot!For within each human lurks a foe,A contemptuous b*****d that ..
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I tried to persuade two mourning dovesThat our door-eave's not ideal for a nest,But they built one despite my sage advisement.I do hope the cleaning c..
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He must be the perfect imperfect companionFor these sorry, solitudinous times:A depressed maniac, a starry-eyed pessimist,An amorous, anarchistic, abe..
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The customary haunts are empty;Echoes of footfalls do not intrudeOn the slumber of malls, arenas, and beer halls.The people are gone, as ifA dreaded n..
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. . . is the worthy buzz wordiness of the day,But people are already too isolated,Too "into" themselves,Too enisled in cushy, sedentary clefts,Inverte..
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