hope springs eternal...

and falls ever thus

put your faith in nothing


and find how much happier you'll be...



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if I were Bob Dylan

I could be a lot worse about it than he's been


after all I'm not him

and there's such comfort (and protection) in aliases...


(p.s. I wish I could say Leonard sends his regards

but I'm not him either...)



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you will be happy

you will be strong


you will need to be as long

as you can't find where you belong...





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you savaged me

(fairly and unfairly)

and after the strife

of common argument

you embraced me

and for a moment

it felt the way it did

when we first joined

the tender kisses

the open acceptance

of our merging

into one happy transcendent

position that still ties us

together through the fraying years

of our decline


after that kiss

after that embrace

it was as if there were no time

but the savagery of the instant


this moment of manifestation

we call eternal...



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how mere the sunset seems

when one is consumed

looking with strict focus

on the event


while the one who

surrenders to it by only

watching it


that one sees it true...




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I have much on my mind

much to say

but no voice to say it


like heavenly testicles

finally descending

my voice has changed


the old words

no longer fit

in this mouth


and reflection

on all the wild tales told

produces a bit of shame


and while I learn a new vocabulary

life makes its trite demands

in its ancient language


of conflict and temptation

but I cannot hear to it

my change of voice changes my mind


and the desire to speak will come

to full expression when what new thing

rises in my throat to surprise...



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too much of humanity's

creativity

lies in destruction--


there are many ways

to kill

but one way to die


there are too few ways

to live

but no way to engage


and I think

of what the sun devours

and what it brings forth


and my head buzzes remembering

creation and destruction are one




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