Cry baby cry
For the problems of the heart,
Life kicks us in the ass
Right from the very start,
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The paper thin-thread bare moment between
Sleep and consciousness is the most beautiful
Of the morning.
Just as the body breathes the new day
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How serene the night is now,
No heartache knows its place,
No breath of disquietened air
Passes overhead.
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Trust all your innocence
To things I can’t stand to hear.
Mark what’s inside of us
By all that you’ve ever feared.
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In a bunker,
In a desert,
In a wasteland,
In the nowhere.
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I have a confession to make:
I haven't been sober in seventeen days,
It’s not a thing that I can explain,
It’s just a thing that eliminates pain.
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Like a trembling tot
on the night of christmas eve
a poet waits.
Knowing the magic of the night
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Life is like a cigarette,
Smoke it to the end,
That is all I have to say
To you my friend.
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After a while it’s just narcissistic!
Isn’t it?
All this time spent
Hoping to receive a few lines
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Decant me an elixir
Distilled from aching heartstrings.
At least ten years matured
In a barrel made from dreams.
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