You don’t have to go
Too far
When your howl Is heard.
Neither one of us
Planned for the show
Of business,
So perfectly intricate
And sunnier.
In those days,
I was bewildered
And fighting
To tear down
Improvements.
Along the same lines
I concentrate directly
From lessons
Or whatever happens.
The ground opens up
On the street.
Pass the stage,
Envy and germs
Start to spring
And attack
Our flattered perspective.
I will waste more time,
Erase the pressure
And assume
Its going to get worse.
A result to losing,
I hear a voice,
Overtly loud
Suggesting the fall
Of power.
Substance spits out
Miracles sweetly tasted.
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“I am now a central part of your mind’s landscape whether you care or do not…” -
“The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get”, Morrissey
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©2009 Torrence King. All rights reserved.
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from Dead Artists Symmetry - To view and order go to:
http://torrenceking.blogspot.com/2011/08/dead-artists-symmetry-poetry-art.html
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