Walking down the street on All Saints’ Day
Victrolas on display at the corner store
A flirtatious greeting with the local beauty
She always smiles, but never asks for more
You’ve created another aura within her
Casting her as red-blooded in your pulp fantasy
A polite lady with those vicious high heels
Mental interludes without consent, it seems to me
Take your dreams & exit stage left
You tried to court & failed, life’s not fair
Let a true gentleman whisper elegant words
She’ll open up her passion, exposing her silky pair
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Patrolling the underground realms
Lifting thought from prepared pages
Easing youth that won’t overwhelm
Knowing craft requires poise upon the stage
The dissidents lining streets in praise
While heroes grow cold, lying in state
Sharpen your pens lads, we rise by days
Attune your focus & we might outlive our fates
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It’s a sparse paradise these days
Feeling another season coming on Not supposed to feel like this At least that’s the way we’ve been drawn
She’s still the poor pretty rich girl
Never could get off the same page
Repeat struggles to survive
Tripping on my lines; a vapid stage
Reality is an emotion detached from my soul
You never needed everyone to love you Instilled confidence to merely exist Forethought is a luxury that might just be true
Transcripts of the past’s failures
We’ve learned, but not out of society’s grip False starts & then some Rising, but we’re still not quite hip Like this: Like Loading...
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Do our words mark us guilty
Those found in books & memory’s pages Does knowledge slowly wilt thee Creating the soul in starts & stages Like this: Like Loading...
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Junky little notes
Throwaway lines on the postmodern stage Cultural fragmentation in empty streets Truth whittled away on an evaporating page
The disillusionment of an appropriated life While the world’s on fire; downright ablaze The American Dream sold off to the lowest bidder Feeling dissociative in these recent raucous days Our dishonest & unaccountable government Are trying to sell you their uninspired vision Trying to sway your vote by gripping your throat But their cockamamy pleas will be met with only derision Like this: Like Loading...
Green mermaid lady
I’m still in love with you Always been good to me My affections are overdue Dimly lit stages for hire Writing out these feelings Jittered & confused tonight Staggered & now kneeling Inspiration to keep on going Confidence in my finer words Blocked out memories past Forgetting what was heard Know where you want to be So I’ve come back to you Capitalism be damned! Pour me something new
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