James Faughner

If I Stopped Drinking
The Subways Would Shutdown
The Flights Would Be Canceled
The Autos Would Run Out of Fuel
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You’re drunk and alone
in your room
and it all goes away
when there is nothing to question
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In A Factory
There are Endless Inches of Dust and Grime
Some-Scrape this Dust and Grime to get by...
Supporting Mouths with Measly Money,
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Lights
All Nagging
with Hazy Halo
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he has been knocking for some time
he is cold and starving
he is in love, mad with anger
riddled with guilt
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We all fall,
Nothing Flat
Wings Burning
Into the Abyssal plane
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Squatting in a putrid room
No light or love to receive
No needs or wants are coming soon
Nothing to believe
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