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a five line ode to my poetry index.
a modern day view of the second-class carriage (or, weekdays). a quick memoir of september the eighth. a thousand witnesses. an eon and a day. banishment. belief and other such musings. blue period. considering your character. contemporary gipsy (a hippy love story). crazy music. envy. first cigarette. greyhound on 85th. gridlock. in short, september 13th. julie plays the hero. last cigarette, for terry olynik. my pathetic secret. my thalidomide baby. ode to communication. ode to giovanni lee alvarez (or, disenchanted). ode to the tough guy. passagers. sometimes, her name was. the seven minutes of sunrise (or, infatuation). the truth about him and i. you, lost. 2007 2006 2005 home |
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Then one day you wake up to, A thousand witnesses at your doorstep, Saying, she�s dead, she�s gone, she left you here alone, We�re dividing all the countries, All the races, The queens and leeches from the drones, We�re sending you to die out on the bloody battlefields, We�re reminding you that this is all that matters, Follow orders, join us here, Pretend that you�re immaculate and immune, Pretend you�re sinless, pretend we're in it together. So blame your God, And blame your peers, That pretty girl who doesn�t know that you exist, The paperboy who says it�s going to rain, The tailor never said you�d be fit for your career, The sailor never pretended, Though starving and distended, That the world was ever sane. When you�ve given up your bones and marrow, Your blood and veins and ventricles, To the nurse�s bloody sutures, The surgeon�s promise that it would some day be all right, No, he never said you would survive, Never said you�d make it out alive, Without putting up a fight. When you�re stranded in a foreign land, With a car you can�t jump-start, Hey, Baby, Baby, Baby, It�s all your fault. |