
The End of the Dream
Watching my
old street
buddies drop
off into
mental health
programs
brings great
sadness to
my heart.

Watching my
old street
buddies drop
off into
mental health
programs
brings great
sadness to
my heart.
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Walking the
razor’s edge
is a
painful experience
for someone
who’s never
gone without
shoes.
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The horse
that refuses
to be
broken gets
shot thru
the head
& sent
to the
glue factory.
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They may
deny it
but
every woman
whoever
left me
left for
the same
reason
which is
the same
reason they
came around
in the
first place.
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Zero is
the hub
of the
Arabic numeral
system.
Darkness encompasses
light.
30 is
the telegrapher’s
sign for
Omega.
Zero dark 30,
the gerrymandered
equation,
heavy metal
& plutonium,
the warped
backbone
of music,
the square
root of
mystery,
times tables
& calculus,
chess boards
& insanity.
There’s a
combination that
swings open
heaven’s gate,
if we
could only
muster the
courage to
to twirl
the tumblers.
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Truth is
I can
write in
such a
way as
to make
people feel
good except
most of
the time
I’d be
lying.
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