Misc. Poems
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All things interpret all other things—
each refracting the rest... -
Behold!
They crusade to crucify... -
The pain upon my heart was carved
A wound I never sought or starved... -
Day is fading it softly bows
The ghostly whispers rise somehow... -
Yes, I still hear your voice
echoing in those former alleyways... -
Religions are the shadows
cast by the candle of Truth... -
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All speech is made
to vanish... -
I am not looking for happiness.
Happiness is looking for me... -
We are Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot,
the “Waiting for the Anti-Christ” deluxe... -
The urge to tell stories,
to tell the story... -
I called—
but nothing answered... -
There was another woman inside of me,
I don't know if she was worse...