| Yellow circus left the stakes a broken ropes world’s useless mug
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| The ties that bind, ha ha
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| I can be bad poet
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| Street poet
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| Shit poet
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| Kind poet too
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| Subway
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| Almost 4AM
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| Halloween night
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| Had enough to drink to make my own party
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| All my fellow writers in half costume, half asleep
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| Half silly, gone to seed
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| I don’t mark my time with dates, holidays, faded wisdom, locked karma holders
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| Convenient
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| I am made by my times
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| I am a creation of now
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| Shaken with the cracks and crevices
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| I’m not giving up easy
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| I will not fold
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| I don’t have much
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| But what I have is gold
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| I saw your face…
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| I sing in platinum
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| I dress in brass
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| I eat in zinc
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| Let it pass
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| Compare a toast
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| I like that
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| I understand courage
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| I still roll with the shout of a character I was married to today
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| I try to see outside myself
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| I understand the eyes
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| Excuse all the highs
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| Sorry
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| I am sorry
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| Ha ha
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| I like you, love you, every coast of you.
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| I’ve seen your eddies and tides and hurricanes and cyclones.
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| Low ebb tide and high, full moon.
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| Up close and distant.
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| I read you.
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| Look, the sky, the sea, the ocean, the sun, the moon.
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| Blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue blue, blue, blue, blue, blue.
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| Naked and blue.
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| Breathing with you. |
| Touch. |
| Change. |
| Shift. |
| Allow air. |
| Window open. |
| Drift.
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| Drift away. |
| Into now.
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| I want Whitman proud. |
| Patti Lee proud. |
| My brothers proud. |
| My sisters proud.
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| I want me. |
| I want it all. |
| I want sensational. |
| Irresistible.
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| This is my time and I am thrilled to be alive.
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| Living. |
| Blessed. |
| I understand.
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| Twentieth century:
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| Collapse Into Now
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| Cinderella boy
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| You’ve lost your shoe
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| Cinderella boy
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| Your coach awaits
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| A sun makes shadows
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| All over your face
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| As you sit
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| Naked and blue
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| Into me |