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So this is all I can say, like repeated anthems of my private illusions

We all participate in creation and destruction Thrown to the edge of our abyss There we look for death and finally Know our meaning of life ..

I have been mad with poetry for years Do all writers get thus obsessed? I ask my friends what craft they practice Pencil to guitar, the art of lo..

There is much to gain In replacing sensation with overtures Of cleaning words put inside your mouth It’s not fiction, it’s autobio..

I am a dry witness to tragedy I’ve clung to it, like a lover of darkness I’ve satisfied myself with peculiar suffering We lived in..

No I guess I do not.

A poet fears to forget The heart, all those ashes and treasures A poet remembers life in code A dreamy cherishing of an over-appreciation Fo..

Comrade, greetings from the future For the first time since creation I recognize you in me As I must sit and draw these posters For the next ..

Enjoy your youth

With centuries of tears, I’ll turn my back On women and woe, drama and complication Those cruel judgments Water down my back, I am the re..