The power of the mad can’t be had.It lifts trucks for no bucks.More than faith it can createwalls of separation stronger than fate.The will reaches…
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What habits should I pursue?The good one’s that made me grow.But I am not bamboo.Compare me with my toe. Why should I do that?Because you’re…
Comments closedSomething is missing. I forgot what it is.Not you not this or that.It’s true I’m living for a movement.Get off the toilet, Jack! But my…
Comments closedWhat if zebras flew? Could they have survivedthe pterodactyls during summer months?Or would they seem out of place.Some poet’s surrealistic jaunts.Not Nature’s way of gambling…
Comments closedBe good.Be good more.Be more than good. More than good be.Good more than bethan be more good. Be more good. Good be more.More good than be.
Comments closedI won’t be ruled by clichésnor metaphors of old.The past is what plays.I will not be sold. No matter the past.Call it what you want.“The…
Comments closedMy grandmother was a farm girlAnd I a city hick.She took me to the barnyardto show me a country trick.We saw a rooster fuckingShe grabbed…
Comments closedShow me respect. I’m running your futureWithout you knowing it, I’m your second nature.You don’t have to be good. I’m here for you.Behave rude and…
Comments closedWhat does he know? He just does.How can he see well enough to do?That tongue whips through the air on a buzz.But I have to…
Comments closedSole come descend uponsuch an insignificant one.The pain will be short. Come!Little ones left behindkeep coming blind. Heel don’t worry if sole missed.Chances are you’ll…
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