

Last Thought on the Rising SunWhen the night is all over and a new day’s begun Will you be proud of the shadow washed clean in the rising sun? Will there be a flag you’re waving or a ship you’re chasing, Will you be faking and making a run for the border? Will you stand up and shout with half a bottle of clout, Will you stare down the smoke in the dragon’s snout, Or will you do none of the things because the scene You’ve seen is where you have always been? Where there’s a craving you’re craving or a later you’re awaiting There’s a place to be creating the never of your nothing. Have you done the things you loved,Last Thought on the Rising Sun


Frayed FistsBe you a someone whose dignityFrayed Fists
Seeks dissonance in distant
Delinquency acquitted? I am, but flesh and bones, Smoldering loans brought to me, Which in the final hour Of my awakening
I shall return Into the earth from which I came, And shout out “Remember me in the morn!” Caught in the corner foresight Of a mal tempered eye, Angered ear catches A mistaken sigh of a lonely
High school drop out, Beyond doubt, beyond clout Are misgiving loud awakenings Brought about, I do cordially invite The requested presence Of my untitled
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le geste le plus fou, est le geste le plus beau
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Clap if you believe in faeries!
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