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What is reality?
Your reality is not mine.
I saw the leaves you saw the trees
bound by a state of personal theories.

The ground is hard
can you disagree?
Of course     why not
you sink in the sand.

The sky is red
I painted the clouds blue,
crazy or delusional
spare me your conclusions.

the skies the limit–
whoever said that forgot to breathe
or dreamed like a madwoman
eating dust as if sugar.

II

I trace the seams of an old dress,
sad thing, a wash towel now,
only yesterday I wore it for men
Ha, they thought it was a towel!

The state I’m in does not listen
your rubbish remind me of moldy bread,
I could eat you and never understand
why you never said “hello.”

Have you gone bonkers?
I sure haven’t,
I throw spoons at blank walls,
better than a fearful old goon.

I crash into mailboxes
set wrappers on fire
you look as if I’m insane,
but hush, I’m more real than you.

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Fire-spitting lawyers,
snuff that flame–
the raucous
of all the wrong reasons,
be still, be silent,
court will blow,
and all of humanity
falls and crashes.

Drowned values by the shore,
the sand sweeps you up,
gritty surface,
you never were smooth–
every little bump
a pardon–
worst actions never meant much,
one thread of humanity,
one pure glance      and by that
we resent the circumstance
that placed you in such waters,
as to have you
drowned
in our
hands.

We suffer the inevitable:
confrontation with the soul–
were we ever ready?       good enough?
the mirror either hated,
or liked too much–
Look at us,
severed by the ins and outs
society never gave second chances,
we live as references,
someone, something bound to us
and never were we asked to sign.

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Fiery bubble
Burst with zealous passion untamed
Tend the lonely weeds

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They call it poison–

I call it Divine assault,
the most vexing push–
hear the exterior shell crack,
membrane peel–
better or worse my ego invaded
I burst or wither
dependent on this bitter fire.

The greater good! they scream
and needles pierces heart,
I know! I scream back
I know! I know! I know!
rupture my ears
I suffer repetition,
I endure uncensored doubt…
melt this selfish witch.

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you, empty pen,
useless stencil
piece of junk.

you owe me
a letter, a word
a sentence.

I devour every squirt
of ink leaked
by your golden tip.

we have an oath
and I will make sure
you play your part.

By that the pen quivered and shook
as a mighty splash of black poured forth,
“here: your letter, your word, your sentence,
have I given enough Fire? you crazy goose,
Have I burned your thoughts right out that mind,
If so, I beg…
No, I demand,
a corner to myself

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Burn
what is burnt.
Light
what is    lit,
Dream
what you’ve dreamt,
Love
what you     fear

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Dark Night (12)

I heard sirens blast open night,
Ripped the stars, five points slashed
Mother Moon always backlashed
Against the hymns of evident plight.

Who has fallen and cracked their bones,
And who wasted dry asleep on ground?
What high-pitched screams in music drowned,
What fights picked end in painful groans.

Fire, fire! What fire? I see smoke!
No, not fire, a crash half a block,
Red, blue lights of liberty shock,
A body sleeping like splattered yolk.

I breathe the stiffness in the air,
Frozen still by watching crowds
Over me a shadow bowed
To me they said, “Beyond repair.”

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