untitled poemAll I can ever think of to say to people is "I know how you feel" To be full of emptiness To savor a connection for a moment & mourn its loss for a lifetime To be left, and to leave "I know how you feel" The lonelier I feel The deeper the contrast Between my compassion & disgust for humanity becomes I am secretly jealous & secretly condescending One moment I am in love with the world & the next I feel I would do anything to leave ituntitled poem
Beat Re-GenerationI am the child of the children Of the Beat Generation I am the disillusioned grandchild Of a disillusioned grandparent It’s true it skips a generation Disillusionment leads to enlightenment Which leads back to the disillusioned A Beat father birthed a glam Rock daughter who created A Beat son of her own Who lives in a modern coffeehouse That longs for the independent days Of a 24 hour open mic in A 24 hour underground spot It all moves in cycles Round and round goesBeat Re-Generation
Devious Journal Entry
I Have To Pee
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"for when the white curtains closes,
all are scheduled to die,
like their fathers, and the fathers before them.
Despair, silence, deliverance."
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And God said, "Hold It!" And they held it, and God saw that it was terrible.
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"No time for the old in-out, love. I've just come to read the meter."
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And God said, "Hold It!" And they held it, and God saw that it was terrible.
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"No time for the old in-out, love. I've just come to read the meter."
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Of all of the things I need to say, all of these words are in my way.
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