Who cut down the celebrities,
The limbs of method acting wither
Along the path weeded with stars,
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The verbs are broken:
See how they hang out giving
Purpose to nothing,
Smoking in the van through
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I failed gym,
But I climbed the highest mountain
When the rest if the class was studying:
In kindergarten
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Somnambulists cutting hair with sexual charm
Walked into the student barber shop on 13th St.,
Across the blackface cops raise taxes in the ghetto,
Say I look like a writer: I, look like a writer, shooting range
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In this night the subtle stabs impermanence:
Her lips down open,
They wear blue foreboding:
In the morning, they may speak whispers to inspectors:
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If the phone is ringing:
It is a baby crying,
Then it is a banshee bleating:
Something competing in the
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Doves as innocent symbols:
You wear them as tattoos,
Services whose job differentiate
The bodies of souls,
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Little boys run in blue shirts
And black shorts on brown walls,
Of rooms of missing girls
In New Jersey
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The lighthouse is painted nicely
In a coat of white, a tie of red:
Standing upon the rocks of many seas
Across the world,
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How can I give you more of this ever failing verse?
I pick a line for you, it withers before it reaches your lips.
If I do not pick something beautiful enough,
You grow inattentive,
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