gregory collins

Regret can be your pet.
Our brains have a beautiful taste.
One more problem makes all the difference in the world.
Maybe i am only homesick if i don't want to be a runaway.
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If life
is just a game
then i can dance
in the trees like a bird
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Something is on my mind,
and it is a dream i planned out for you,
and i know it wasn't what you wanted.
But you must earn the ransom,
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The sign of the cross a million times
and God apologizes for the mind inside my brain.
It says the hourglass fills in the Devil's skull.
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It's all right to come from your eyes
when you thought tomorrow was beyond our control
and yestrerday with all its mistakes and cares
is like watching a child eat their last meal
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Here and there
words of love
hide inside someone
and hope
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I haven't seen clouds lately, i wonder what must
be wrong. But not knowing where to go to sit

face to face with the sun, even if i am all alone
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You have an innocent smile that touches my
shoulders. Vowels supported by darkness itself.

But i can can't see death pushing aside the
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Into each others eyes, we listen to each other breathe.
The modern society: when the cell phone rings it is

mingled mournfully, and abortion is looked at like a cave drawing.
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Like a flower with numb ankles, i cannot go a single
day without a drug or a drink. The tears itself, like

paper i could pin my hopes upon. The way the vines
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To be afraid of death is bad luck to me, a fear
i expect no justice or mercy from. The fact that

my soul has twisted so much, i think the
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Could there be a beach made of tears,
like music of snow thrown from the fingertips of a lady.
Then photographed
balancing on a sharpened knifeblade,
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Forgetting beauty, will break you in half with
the right look, like light cauterizing darkness

and spinning my soul like a top on mirrors
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'i had a lover's quarrel with the world'

epitaph of Robert Frost
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I could have been there down by the sea, with pockets
full of silence and a priceless smile between the legs.

Maybe like a smaller love song that begins to shed her dreams
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The black of the night sky adores the paralysis of my
eyes. Like a mirror told me birds cannot reach where

there are no walls; Like i sometimes look for mushrooms
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The cracks and lines on my face
make me an easy man to read,
and it is relaxing
that i have never had to think before.
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When light looks me straight in the eyes,
and says you are no son of mine:

and the years are not a healer, but hiding places.
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Smell the clouds feet, a dingy waiting room for rain.
A useless pasttime. Catch snowflakes in your head,

the same day comes every day of the year. Nothing
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The stars come up to my porch with their ears alert.
Then morning comes with a clock and washes the sky blue,
and i am someone sipping liquor from a glass that stings the outside world.
I am ceaselessly destroying myself through the wilderness inside.
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