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CARVING EXOTIC NEW FACES
SCREAMING IN ALL THE SILENT PLACES
WHO LISTENS ALONE TO MELTING THRONES
COLLECTING SPAT OUT DOLLARS
EATING THE ROCKS WITH MY PLASTIC WREATHS
SITTING ON LEATHER IN A BOX OF WRITTEN PAPER

BOWIE IS SINGING 5 YEARS LATER
DYLAN HAS DIED ON A BURNT LOVE LETTER
MORE MEDS ARE FALLING
ON BEACHES drowning desire
PEOPLE ARE RUNNING IN LINES OF WHITE SNOW
CRISP CRIMSON POOLS OF BLEEDING CLOUDS
FORM AT THE BASE OF A LEANING OCEAN

SWEATING BENEATH THE SOFT SHEETS
HIDING IN DARKNESS ,
COMPLETELY ALONE
WHISPERING GHOSTS CROWDED RAINBOWS ECHO'S THE HOST

Then the door of painted scenes
eases its thoughts into the void
questions hang from ornamental floating souls
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i  complete this day and now another bleeds itself in existence
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normality in its shield patrols the nervous following footstep

i laugh within the skin-scabbed and scared 

medicated robotic 
unshaven mask-
historic laughter ,creases the flailing lips
flayed ideas
and three white feathers
slowly drift out to the edge