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dripping rain......
the silence
between each drop
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in the supermarket
i need my
shopping trolley
for protection
protection
from the product
promises
of
redemption
&
immortality
protection
from the people
the masses
of
crazy consumers
crying
for the truth
in a place
filled
with more
fluoro lighting
than
heaven
a place
where
great hunters
hang
around
fridges
full of frozen
fish-fingers
&
piss
in each
others ear
about
how food
has
no flavour
anymore
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sparrows....
beneath the table
pecking concrete
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the absurdity
and memories
of endless
choices......
this
muddy angst
heaves
beneath
this nothingness
and
washes thru
my mind
like
some monstrous
freedom
clinging
to
the claws
of time
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she held it tight
and sucked it dry.......
it was my bottle of coke!
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from her handbag
she took some
prescription pills
while some frustrated
sexual fantasy
crawled up the ladder
in her silk stockings
and began sucking
at her ********
as she sipped
on her coffee
and speared the final
remains of the stale
chocolate cream cake
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there are these
nine muses
who
are good
friends with
Apollo.
there use to
be ten
but
one of them
lives
with me
now.
I
worry often
about
losin' her
back to the Gods
and
never seein'
her again.
so
now I want
to dip
her
in ambrosia
to make
her
immortal
just like
Thetis
did for
Achilles.
but
there's always
gonna'
be a weak
spot
where love
and
life
can just
pack-up
and
leave.
but
for now
she's my muse
and
I love her.
her
name is
Carol.
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in the bin
he
dug up
2 empty coke cans
and
a plastic bottle
half-full
of electrolyte
juice
which he uncapped
and
guzzled
in the hot
midday sun
while
the city shoppers
grew
bored
with their mobile
phones
and
mp3 players
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when
life becomes
one long
prison sentence
all meaning
becomes
nothing
so Bob
took
his memories
and
a good strong
length of rope
and
quietly
s
l
i
p
p
e
d
thru
the bars
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you could see
it in her eyes
the night before
was lingering
into late morning
the pain of one
too many
bad choices
pounding
her young body
with each step
each burning
lungful of cold air
she passed me
on the footpath
while the city
screams
scratched
at her soul
&
bashed
bashed
bashed
at her brain
with her handbag
bigger than the dress
she had on
she was one
hell
of a mess
just another
party wreck
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