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now [05 Jan 2006|09:06am]
[ music | oh isabella, proud isabella ]

that nothing matters, really,
and is on its way to being
forgotten again
...
and then do not forget mexico
all it has or doesnt, is only imagined,
but there it waits...or sits, expecting.

else what should these fool
hands strive for, but the final
ruin of my faculties?

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the sun finds its comforts small and unexpectedly. [05 Jan 2006|05:25pm]
at least
half
the ache is
mine
to own & get
ting
home, to work,
throu
gh the day -
Now
where am i?
all
or nothing &
cam
oulflage, too.
from
within or with
out
does not seem
to
matter so much.
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[05 Jan 2006|10:31pm]
as far as the facts
can be considered - Time
is moving on

to eat its makers, destroy
the hands who crafted it,
like frankensteins monster.
& its catching.

soon, art may grow teeth...and
suddenly, we will look around
much too late to save ourselves.

and the horoscopes will
not help, neither will the i ching
or tea leaves.

as soon as time discovers
its real gravity and will;
and art files its fangs -

as far as the facts are concerned -
we are done for, done for good.

so lets have, maintain,
hope while we can and
lets forget, for now, how
our monsters lie in wait, salivating
over our eventual demise.
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except [05 Jan 2006|10:38pm]
so what then may pacify
my gut or mouth otherwise
riot. and the sky speaks tumult into our
very polite and segregated brains.
as near as do, and as close as breath;
now has its own special way of
making one feel recognized.
too, it may rearrange a few things in the
meantime to aid the along.

forget everything again. no thing
the same will avail the end which is
sought, fruitfully, or not. still the wheel
turns and all the cogs, in tact, complete
their tasks without any knowlege whatever
of the end toward which they work.
yes, and us too.

even sane, poetry will conquer again.
and anyone is lining right on up for the scene,
as ecstatic as the lines which make us up, and
contagious. the night opens its velvet arms
with a somewhat smile.
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