Monday, May 23, 2016

 The Sound you made
those lungs were only human
those fingers
Crowded mind loneliness
An idol
It was a lot to ask
of anyone












 a collection of heads
what prestige of a man
those lives for trophy 
like stamps or rocks
and what of the headless bodies?
There is most likely a street 
named after this man
somewhere



 It has always been about control
how much freedom is given?
For how long before the rules change
again
A path to a garden of thorns
awaits
for those that challenge 
the Order of things



A turkey with cufflinks, bowtie, vest and lapel flower. Surrounded by grapes. 
Come on, it was the 1970s.

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