poem
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Collage Degrees
Virginia says I’ve got to be looking out,For the little girl wandering in the valley,Still bringing up water for his sacred cow, Thinks to herself the grass is greener somehow. So she took a ride down to Berkeley square, Where the devil confessed he always played fair, And I mistook a nightingale for a dream,…
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Desdemona (Little Deaths Too)
Oh my dearest Desdemona,Silence buys a lot these days,Since my girls were overrun,By time and his flogged horses.In this murkwood field of dreams,Ed, if you’re still watching,I’m in the the the greening grass,With my little boy and my little death,Talking to the holes in the ground,Footfalls that never make a sound. Driven fierce under the…
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The Cloak of Empire
Some courts won’t laugh,At an Emperor with no clothes,Because he is still an Emperor,A bloody legacy of conquest,Knack for violent monopoly, Centre of servile attention,A black hole that sucks,Everything around him into nothingness, The rule by fear and of fear. The man who is the law is without law – But the man who fears…
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The Piper
The call is answered by one and all,Men must tread where angels fall,We soldiers bleed, we lovers weep,The Piper plays that we might reap. I heard that song I will never play,Irresistible to this heart of day,Through the veil and come at last,Word from Heaven that Hell must pass, (for Walter Blythe).
A Fantazien Window 