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Thursday, February 21, 2008
 

removed and disillusioned
come and play the fair
we share we share we share
the words won't come again

high on sugar sweet
caffeine our new drug
won't do coke with cola
might make you fat again

wander round the corner
check your pulse no meds
could bring you back tomorrow
proclaimed dead again
 
Thursday, February 14, 2008
 

the two walk in the door
a lady sitting, waiting
a cool breeze settles in
among the taps, the shakes, the pours

stand up and walk around
the corner's a little quieter
she's running late but needs
a bit and soon he's back again

so pensive concentrating
top 100 on the drums
wishful thinking
hours to come
making best of hours gone

countless minutes
counting cars in the glass room
mindless chatter gets them though
waiting, weightless
writing wait less
sitting on the floor
 
poetry, song, and simple words that may never make it off of the writers page and into the world

where you came from
(or are going)

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