The Resurrection Waltz

MY THERAPISTS ARE MR. ZEVON & MR. SCOTCH

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    She’s gone. Temporarily Forever Finding me Here alone on the couch in The middle of Another Sunday afternoon With my good friends The Clan Macallan & Warren Zevon Reminiscing about all Of the old days & all of The best days past. Yet, perhaps it’s all Just an illusion Or maybe it’s just … Continue reading MY THERAPISTS ARE MR. ZEVON & MR. SCOTCH

Apocalypse, Etc.

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Note: Humanity? I am tired of your self-centered Bullshit & whining ways Stop this train, stop it now. For we shall all remain… Dream. Persevere Into this life, Or the next. An ode to the dead world that is poetry, lost and faraway. The ancient soul of Sappho gone and golden days. Tear these words, … Continue reading Apocalypse, Etc.

EPITAPH

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  Epitaph for The lost poem Which contained Everything And nothing. Touched everyone, anyone Who desired The mystery of mysteries Words of words, which brought forth Language Both blessed & cursed us Married us, buried us and parted The heavens and the Deep blue seas Made Houdini disappear And broke the sole of Khrushchev’s soul … Continue reading EPITAPH

REALITY IS BAD FOR BIZNESS

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      Before super models Ruled the earth There were people. Before idiots Controlled The government There were wise men. The future Is now The past. Desolate faces Ride subway trains & buses without Hope. Hoping. And politics Has become A children’s Game. While going down On Madison Avenue The persuaders, Manipulators & Predators Worship … Continue reading REALITY IS BAD FOR BIZNESS