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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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Nine men and Death,
Guns loaded and ready–
I am unarmed,
will you still shoot?

Watchers stand nearby,
I bare my pale chest,
Will any one of you,
face the bullets     for me?

Plenty of money waits,
Checks stacked high,
I await a name     just one,
I may hand over to Death.

No one? Will you,
watch me die?
like this:     plump,
full of life?

I write in gold ink,
my checks are worthy,
even the Boatman of Hades
will free my soul.

They’ve raised their guns,
I kneel, implore,
Desperation trickles,
Death can smell.

Your Checks Reek:
They see you as
the face of a stranger,
Trust: as rare as diamonds.

I sputter blood,
Hell opens     I Fall,
must even the ground,
Have no mercy?

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