It was the twelfth of June
another hot and humid Florida night.
In Orlando young people gathered at the
...
I'm walkin' in the rain
(Walkin' in the rain)
Just walkin' in the rain'
...
The world spirals downward in the confines of a nautilus shell,
Its chambered abode antiquated antedilluvian hell.
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Is it easiest to scribble your life away
Or sleep it all away with booze and broads instead?
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Out of clay or living rock
I will make my brick or stone:
At the door of God I knock,
Builder whose command I own,
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A little green man from Alpha Centauri
Was helping me to cross the street.
I asked him if he had a 'green card'.
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If vegetarians eat
Vegetables then
What the hell do
All you humanitarians
...
Plenty of
'tricks'.
Not enough
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Death stalked me today.
I looked in the mirror
And told the bloke,
'PISS OFF! '
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If you paint the whole world yellow
Everything will look and smell like pee!
If you paint the whole world yellow
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There's a woman's pussy abandoned in the back
Of the boot of my car!
It's big and black and fine and sorta juicy,
...
Fell into bed this mornin'
With a curvaceous readhead
I'd met on the city bus.
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The word 'yellow' contains the word
'YELL' in it.
The word 'hello' contains the word
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People are just like
Balloon animals.
With their grand schemes and pipe dreams, they're full of
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I wish I were half sober.
Instead, I'm just a drunk.
I wish I were a human being.
...
Thanks, Dad.)
Life Ebbed Away
It was the twelfth of June
another hot and humid Florida night.
In Orlando young people gathered at the
Pulse Club, enjoying camaraderie, the
dance floor pulsating with life,
dancers moving to syncopated music,
Latin rhythms, good will embraces,
laughter, friendships, plans for
tomorrow, flashing smiles releasing
stress in silent motions.
Then the pulse of life ended.
A man on fire came from a dark,
twisted place, methodically spraying
death, massacring our LGBT
dancers who fell like cut flowers.
Pulses died in 49 bloodied wrists,
blood pressures plunged to zero,
juices of life that would never
flow into the future stained
the sad dance floor.
Shock spread across the country,
across the world, enough grief
to last many lifetimes. Lost lives
cannot be replaced.
Orlando pulled together, offering
condolences and help. From here
we sent flor y canto, oraciones,
flowers and poems, prayers.
Left bereaved on this senseless
plain, we wondered who killed the
Golden Rule, Love Your Neighbor.
We mourn our fallen comrades, our
gay sisters and brothers, and after
grieving we march to tear down the
barricades of hate, bigotry,
prejudices. We march to tear down
walls that separate.