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yup i’m looking and lookin’ for what? keep on cookin’ ooooo wow i’m on the lookout geeeeez i just left the cookout baby i’m on the pursuit with you in tout de suite feel so incomplete feel so obsolete sheesh! let my labor-power unleash

that i was the captain of a sinking shippossessed by one obsessed with shitthat i was tricked into nuclear fissionand brought to bear malignant vision

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prolong the pandemic prolong the warwhat won’t they extend to take some more? today is the day you give yourself a breaktoday is the wayyou learn to love in wake prolong the war forget the cureis heaven really all that pure?

You’re wondering if I’m lonely: OK then, yes, I’m lonely — Read on http://www.brookes.ac.uk/poetry-centre/national-poetry-day/adrienne-rich–song/

we are here with each otherand trying, asking at leasti see the people around this tablelove each other and want betterfor each other in a way i thoughtonce was impossible – and we maydisagree on this or that but we aremoving toward unity, i see that now. i hope we will be able to makeContinue reading “poem for the table”

i cloak myself in the mystery of youi do it so easily i do what you want me to do so easily i love you so easily i’m sorry my deari let you down so easily

tell me a story that only you can tellif you tell it slowlyi’ll bet you tell it welltell me a landmarkonly you can spot if you tell me quickly i’ll give you all i gottell me just one good thingthat happened here todayyou can tell me fast or slowbut tell me anyway

I made your bed When you went to school If that’s not love Then I’m a fool I cleaned your tub for no more than a belly rub If that’s not love well you know A test a riddle a rhyme A reason or a season Or a time or a rest Is still aContinue reading “then what is”

Put your money on the line Better yet your life Betcha change your sign Hard up on strife I’m of the mind we should be making our owns things, get me? Our own strings and bells and whistles thistles bring bristles and scars like your throat after driving past too many cars past too manyContinue reading “hello, what’s good?”