It grows early in a late way,
Hey Punk! Which key is this one in?
Silent system slows
waiting breathless pace
bathing in near distant running water,
Kissinger was (naturally, of course naïve)
See that baroque Grand Design by the Stubbs?
Somehow falsely vacuous, one felt.
The next book is called The Next Book,
They grouped to sing soft
Sardonic arraignments,
Soused in lilac wine.
Stumbled into the bar
Managed to keep my balance
What am I doing?
In drunken mirrors
Familiar drunken face
Absurdly jowled fat dead eyes
Arms flailing at a nearly chair
A fall and chuckle
Room spinning heart emptied
Brief sheer fucking bliss
Then no more till tomorrow
Deep in my cups
Early this morning
Singing along with
the blue suede news
I experienced a
mind blowing feeling
That I was more like
Philip Larkin than Ted Hughes
observe this shadow,
up there before me,
chasing my shadow,
shadow chase me,
hide me a shadow,
inside a shadow,
shadow in me
Somedays…
YouknowhatImean?
It just do not feel right
Do it?
There aint no available
Groove convenient
Gladiolus
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No!
It just will not do at all
Microwaved spaghetti balls
This carpet smells of nose
God Almighty! Rose
Has run off with the
Thermidore times
