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Imbalanced Constipated with Emotion

Chimney fumes out black ashes swimming toward the blue sky and the chubby clouds. The fuel of coal and anger generates the turbine’s spin with wet steam. The general’s gaze turns in careful degrees to prevent the neck from breaking. Neverending progress and the metal nature of reduction

Clowning

Tickled time tumbles towards the town’s local clown who throws tables then touches thick thighs well he tries tricked by thought he topples and tramples as the time the clown together intertwines.

Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones I still throw we’ll have a go a blow after blow. You blow me I blow you until there’s no one to stand in the door of the new beginning.

Strings of Attachment

Pluck pluck pluck. The bass moves along Pluck pluck pause pluck pluck Swinging the crowd around. One lower dance’s chieftain plucks pause pluck pause pluck the crowd still follows. Cheers erupt when the piano hammers start to mine in the high altitude. Singer joins in the improvised verse called

Thank You

Thank you for the time you gifted me, the praise you’ve shared, and the bar to live up to that you’ve raised. Thank you for the last-minute courage you’ve always brought, you’ve always shown you’ve let me own free of charge. Thank you for this

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I signed up for a trip around the world, but only ever got as far as next door. I took a class in self-development and three months later I’m still undeveloped. I found a new lover but found no love. Give it time my family says. What time? I’

Dreadfully Tired

Going home tired. Dreadfully tired. How did I come to be so dreadful tired? My memory holds the image of the energy of youth and untainted power. Tonight my actions are led with reluctance rather I should rid of it. Around me nothing but tired workhorses of the broken system