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To A Sad Girl
There is no way to explain
Unending sorrow and grief,
No way to kiss a young girl’s cheek
In a way that would give her back
Hypnotized With Desire
When you turn to walk away,
I feel like a lonely high school boy
Returning to an empty home
On a soap-opera afternoon;
The Universe Ever Evolving Into Violence
There is an ominous death tone
Ringing louder than a telephone
Set on maximum volume
For the near deaf
Lost Poets
Jack Kerouac wrote somewhere
America is a lonely crocashit.
I scribbled it down
And my ex-wife placed it
Kicked In The Teeth
I live in pallid lifelessness among shadows,
I seek privacy and fear cut-throats,
I try to protect child-like hearts
From disappearing into paranoia-driven
Her Goddess Within
Like an ocean gale,
She breathes a new romantic intensity;
To taste her thoughts would be sweeter
Than the wine Dionysus created
Dark Poetic Mind
This poem bleeds dysfunctional desire,
Blood stains through the dirty streets
Mark the paths we trod,
Urban avenues of despair,
Blood Thirsty Until The End
For you, sweetheart,
I’d become a hit man
Employed at your discretion
If you merely ask,
Every Dream Is True
The midnight streets
Howl viciously
Like a wild cat
In the jungle vines
Zeus Or Achilles
Don’t let anyone hurt you,
Don’t let anyone disrespect you,
Don’t surrender your dignity
For love or money,

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