Byepolar Bayer Poems

In the moment the shutter opens
the tragic mask stands out;
though maybe it's only for me:
it’s the one that catches my eye,
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You never held your breath you said
but you never promised you would
I watched the big flakes through the glass
falling all over town, all over time
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... between achievement and sin
forgetting and forgiving.

Maybe Beckett saw it when he killed himself
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It’s always the clearest view that blinds me
here in the question zone.
I’ve tallied up the scores again
and the feeble rights
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A handful of dirt tossed in the air
tells us nothing,
tells us everything.
Microbes grown from next to nothing
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Pangeometry was never going to be big
not on this planet anyway
stuff about random curved shapes
moving in miniscule
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I could claim that I drag myself here
like a dog that’s sick of rainbow vomit,
but it’s better this than reading breves
and aping the shapes of words
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The village head-case stands up straight
And all the locals turn and frown
The public meeting’s running late
Who wants to listen to this clown
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I met Scott Walker walking by the river,
his Golden Retriever like a warm waterfall
amongst the trees and the winterblown grass;
and I was whistling Angels of Ashes -
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