An only whim,
To which the tides flow,
Upon distant shores
Washing up beasts
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Someday I'll live in the city
In a nice house in a house row
With a wooden floor and
some walls half brick, half white
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Circle of meaninglessness
The budapest strategy
Wreak of human decency
Unpredictable airs
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Ash
From a god
speckling highwayside
starlet corners
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I'm not going to Ireland with all my friends
Unless they pay for my ticket, I'm not going
They all want to go, it's first on their list
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Give me all hope -
Every sun, moon and star
Give me the wrath of Poseidon,
Give the goddess of the grass my wishes
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I walked out into the stoned streets of night
The silence curing turmoil and ache
Some temporary car drove by in nothing flat
The only laughs were streetpost lamps
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The American Balloons
sit scribbling Castro
into 1940's renaissance holocausts
and nuclear carpet paths to
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