Uriah Hamilton Poems

In this barroom,
They serve shots of despair
For alienated patrons to drink
And add further misery
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I live the cave life
Scribbling down hieroglyphics
Later to be found
By acetic monks
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Slow rhythmic voodoo drums
Play hypnotically in my mind.
Slinking behind the veil
Of mysterious dreams,
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I don’t remember how many women
I’ve fallen in love with! !
How many shoulders I’ve tried to kiss,
How many lips I’ve wanted to make promises to,
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I used to visit
And spend time with my uncle
At the graveyard
Where he patiently abides
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As the night twists
Unhappily like a knife
Into a vital organ,
All I can do is ask
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I shudder
In maddening darkness
Thinking about the cruelty
Of the compassionless world
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She disappears into the foreboding night
While her mother is sleeping in the bedroom next to hers,
She’s underage but escapes
To the Atlantis Lounge
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On any midnight street
Of this morally-bankrupt city,
There is always someone
Ready to bleed and ready to die
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The sacred sunrise
Sparkles mysteriously
In her child-like eyes,
And the boulevard
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