Neil Solan Poems

The forthcoming nuclear winter
May not come between us now,
Our bond is much to robust
And i'm not going to get dressed
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He has greased his hair
And brought along a script,
Don't be ashamed of your accent
Speak with pride from your lips.
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Why do we presume when we know it is wrong?
Are greater forces at work
And will they be in there for long?
The strain I was feeling, there, deep inside
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Quilted negatives upholster cushioned rhymes,
Ruddy curtains splatter their harsh vibrancies over the windows
With striking patterns;
While conspicuous legions
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An empty heart goes on;
Legs rallying on for fun
As I bluff my pen will set me free,
I'm left here to rot, for eternity.
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The world is a beautiful place
But it's filled up with things
I'd much rather erase,
If you want to lick a dead bird my friend,
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Give me your cloak!
Give it to me!
Give me your poison anniversary.
Now load me up with all you know and love,
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A day of tepid torpor
Should surely follow this commited night,
But when you live by the sword a disappointment
You'd better ensure you die by it right.
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You're my weed
So what do you see?
I house you
And you choke me.
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Smothering feeling, smothering feeling
It hurts to be breathing,
Hurts to be breathing.
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