When I walked you home that night
The vibe was absolutely right
The sparks were flying left and right
Jesus I was happy
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Dead headed
Thunderstruck
Lurching by the
Whining wires
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A busker on a unicycle
Dances with the birds
As teaming hordes of grey brained apes
Wend their way to work
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Janus was a Gemini
As am I
Looking both ways
Gates and beginnings
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Seeking oblivion I googled the suicide pages In search of a recommendation.
All I found was anodyne drivel telling me not to give in to despair.
If I survive this night in spite of myself I know what I’ll have to do
What the world needs is a suicide page that’s not a reproof but a how to.
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The afterglow of a dying supernova -
A flash in slo-mo
Blasts across the southern sky
Silhouetting dark stuff
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“Keel haul the scuppers” you yelled and you laughed
And your bright eyes shone as the ketch heeled to port
The deck tilted dangerously down by the lee
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The scent of water splash
On sun baked wood
And sunscreen
Bright water patterns
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Does the lover find within him
The concatenated ardour
From every cell
The memory of that
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I see you growing bitter
And I watch you finding fault
And I hear your declarations
Of how put upon you are
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