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San Francisco

I miss the city.

The city full of barefooted angels

sleeping off hangovers on cardboard beds

as the be-suited day devils pass by.

Painted men-ladies idle the afternoon away… 121 more words

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No, Thanks

Jihad John dressed all in black

Points out with his knife all that we lack

There is no beauty in the eye of the beholden… 167 more words

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Death is the Mother of Beauty

Confront the nothingness

-the emptiness

-the meaninglessness

of life you must, sooner or later,

maybe more than once (maybe many times),

divorce yourself from this mortal coil. 202 more words

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Eschatology

Eyes speechless with sorrow

see, what I thought were faces

were actually thousand year-old skulls.

I can no longer stand this world’s greed,

or mine. 95 more words

Attempts At Poetry