POEMS
some poems from 1990-2017
Copyright 1990-2017. All Rights Reserved.
You were the sauce in my plain spaghetti fucking world.
The bass in this trebley ass place.
And even though I am sometimes the E on your gas gauge,
you have always been the tape on my ripped boot.
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Dig God
God digs you
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You are not my you
I am not your me
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Use yourself
You rose
before peoples ideas
dry you up
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Ow
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Gentle like a good day
Gentle like a better day
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In time
I hope
by then
It’s done
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Who is responsible for negotiations between God and Satan
And why are they on the fucking payroll?
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The moon does not belong to you
The moon has seen us all
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Baked not freud
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.compost.
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American Dreamers wake up and demand
Life is happening beyond 'On Demand'
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