not voiceless 1
that little voice that
some people hear in their heads
let mine sound like that
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war
war is a dick thing
it ain't no use you getting
so worked up honey
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i-10 2
on desert interstates
everyone squints to read the distant roadsigns
though they only say indio or barstow or
next gas 53 miles
the hope of receiving a message of some significance
never entirely fades
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altered states
within your tender
withered shell resides
a mutable consciousness
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elegy 3
they are folded now
at rest
the hands that reached for us
found us and held us close
served us freely
gave us what we needed before we thought to ask
and kept on giving
beyond our thanks
beyond our promises to reciprocate
beyond our discovery that reciprocity was not a concern
beyond our capacity to understand
they are folded now
at rest
because the time for service has passed
and the recompense that knows no time now comes
and keeps on coming
bringing peace and fulfillment
beyond our thanks
beyond our fond wishes
beyond our capacity to understand
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crushed
well if you push
hard enough
on the top
of my nike shoebox
its corners will give
and you can flatten it
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