(poems page 2)
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2001
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The melody of motion madness,
As bodies dance circles around each others lives.
In precise, synchronized, synthesized choreograph confusion,
They spin ? pictorially - in complete seclusion,
One another - both together they compliment,
The separation of their existences built in regiment.
Steel and chrome to define
The dark, perforated curtain of night,
With the completion and aesthetic,
Of a needle in a haystack.
All this techno-babble,
More conscious than a death rattle.
Set to serve,
Spin to preserve,
Life's gravity of within,
Bodies of tin.
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Past Present Participle
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Warmth in blood velvet,
A dance in forest twighnlight.
Below the city lights,
Techno-druids skimming the living internet.
Billowing lunar winds careering through space and time.
Keep it coming, lady.
Keep it going, junky.
The Lizard King went yesterday.
He took the King with him,
But here they come again.
Born to woman,
Killed by man.
Born Again.Dead for good?
Encompass this circle of life,
Bring it on again in transient forms.
Psychedelic, gothic, ambient, heavy trance.
Ancient debaucherie and incestuous love.
New-wave, crude, avant-garde, proletariat.
Timeless, classic, operatic symphony of lust.
Keep it coming, man -
I'll keep it going, lord.
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Raving
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Flashing strobe lights of injustice.
Take me.
Make me.
Break me.
please?
Undulating mass of humanity.
Convert me.
Contort me.
Shape me.
Conform me.
please?
Neon dream-coats with silver lining.
Belittle me.
Ignore me.
Label me.
Drug me.
please?
Drug-pushing, alcoholic Guvi-speed junkies.
Clich� me.
Abhor me.
Hate me.
Love me.
Momentarily.
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