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28 June 2014

Green Disciple

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Here, smoke some of this. It’s the filth, it's the bomb, it's some really heavy shit. It’s the colour of the rain and the music of the sun.  It’s for the correction of the heart and the erasure your troubles. It’s a pillow for your weary head when your day is done.


You’ll step a little lighter with it’s mantle on your shoulders. It’s bound to make you smile with little provocation. Because it’s all momentai today and momentai tomorrow.It brings you happiness, but never any sorrow.

 

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18 June 2014

Ideology

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there is no dumb

eternal essence

no spiritual spark

that electrifies

the synaptic gap

we speak ourselves

into being

and our language

articulates ideology

we are the vassals

of whatever ideology

we call common sense

they have prohibitions

that control your body

and procedures

to improve

your ideology

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17 June 2014

Dead Men

Blinded

I write like a dead man

with knotted fingers

and a feeble grasp

I cast no reflection

into the pool of life

here on the outside

the far outside

there are no windows

waiting

no welcome in the hearth

and there are no songs

for dead men

to wrap their tongues around

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15 June 2014

Pinocchio

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“no-one fucks like that”

she said

“unless they mean it”

I had given it full expression

and I had meant it

in the heat of the moment

with the fire in my loins

but

hers was not my circus

and

those were not my monkeys

.

“what’s wrong?”

“don’t you fancy me?”

her eyes searched mine

I averted – shame faced

silence was evidence

of my betrayal

I did not know what to say

the feeling just wasn’t there

well, that was my story

and I stuck to it

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that was the story I told

and told over again

until I forgot it was a lie

it was a story of innocence

it was far from the truth

I have two glass eyes

and a silver tongue

I can lie with the best

and often do

but most of the time

I only deceive myself

with my harmless

acts of treason

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