She sits there
like a Zen bhuddist
but I see Marilyn Monroe
My hands around her curves
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KILL GOD!
KILL RELIGION!
KILL the clinging to things
KILL the desire to be an opposite
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As an island you stand isolated
Yet connected at the core
An earthbound beacon
Attempting to calm the seas while
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Clean shaven, suited and booted he boards the train.
Crowded, the smell of sweat in his face.
Desperate for communication but no ones communicating.
Caffeine related stress, computer related madness.
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Why do politicians make ordinary
people fight for their false ideologies?
Oblivious to the pain and horror.
Senses deadend by sound bites and soft focus.
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tired and brown the river winds down
through mudflats and derelict houses
its steady stream gazed upon
by lovers and thief’s
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These words slurred from a postman’s hips,
make treacle cream from milkmaids lips,
just as the world turns square as a cardboard pip,
then gravity forms rings around the sofa.
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I AM small but can be tall.
I AM fat, thin, black, white, funny and sad.
I AM the sun rising early in the morning
I AM the night.
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