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Carving This Shapeless Thing

It’s always about the moon, always about the rose, the moon moon rose. Love, the heart broken, betrayal, lessons learned beneath the moon. Syllables for the saying but mostly just braying you you you. Carving this shapeless thing, hurt feeling

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Innocent of Consequence

Innocent of consequence, bubble bumbling happenstance– it is so by virtue of its being, no more than that. Daily haphazard dominos, action! Then ineffable causation– perfect by virtue of its being, no more than that. Holy if anything can be

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Adult as I’d Ever Want to Be

My life is mostly challenges– nascent me, afraid to attempt, youthful me, conquering triumphant. Now, adult as I’d ever want to be, bored, spiteful, loathsome, and in dread of loathing. Childishly clinging to want of novelty, efficacy, beauty born from

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All Fallible as Anything

Value is a word which means meaningful things. Little movements in big space, tiny gestures from far away, thoughts audible as a whisper– favorites lack luster or any lasting succor. A moment, a lifetime, what lasts ’til the last may

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The Trouble With Troubadours

The trouble with troubadours dour is all the verbal doors shower you in thoughts overly fixated on blood clots of whats got them frustrated Breaking the chain of my double helix flex pecs of cause and effects breaking the train

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Tribulation Aplenty

The best time to be alive, not the best air to breathe but bearable, for now. Not the best anything, maybe, I can imagine better, but I can imagine worse by far. Atop a mountain of history packed with more

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Misguided Incentives

Lift my spirits by the boot straps. Clever molecules beg for creation, genius granted in hindsight, toil and indecision between. Which path again? Lesser traveled or that of least resistance? Market guided incentives. Exit stage left, but, when the play

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Pan Fried Cerebral Cortex

Money rent echo budget trickle resource life force. Days jingle in my pocket, spend time–not all in one place though. Calories now, calories tomorrow, energy for well thought decision. Practical force willpower quotient– sustenance upkeep effort drain. Fried chicken morality,

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In Your Own Words

Pronoun verb noun– subject verb object, preposition of a platitude no meaning lost. Pronouns and Con-nouns just pounds and pounds of sounds and sounds, if words carried any weight. Verb! Spoken with verve. Imperative! Exclamation! Descriptor of the described. Filter

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Ideas Too Clever for Their Container

I like ideas, I like coming up with them, I like listening to them, contributing to them. I like when they pan out or don’t pan out. They enthrall and excite, put your damn veins to work. I like the

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