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two things: i'm an empath
people keep saving my ass
so, i'm exhausted
Dirty old man; I
I am I am; said again.
I'm not wearing pants.
Joy dances and loves.
Love hopes. Hope jumps and chases.
Death just waits outside.
I was younger then,
more alive, burning wonder
as if there were more.
Photos are moments
lived fast, without reflection.
No poem pictures.
What did you want once?
Why don't you want it today?
What broke inside you?
In an empty room
the smallest noise out of place
portends great mystery.
In a crowded room,
one can sleep. Disturbances
need more solitude.
Tepid did I step
Into that room where women
Eyeballed passers by
I had a Haiku
made all pretty in my mind
and then I lost it
messy, drunk as skunk
no shame, no remorse, no point
I want my home now.
Look at ME! I am
Pseudointellectual
I know some dumb stuff.
People saying that
I've Grown and Matured. Well then,
I say Balderdash.
Waiting alone in
This old moldy hotel room
Smiling: Can't help it.
Training's personal,
moments of discovery,
looks good in gray slacks.
In my head I am
Megalomaniacal.
In truth, just slightly.
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obama shaped sex toys
bushized, either way
Love, in the real world
printed, deep in my blue heart...
Sad Flying Pastry.
delicious haikus
there is room for another
when one has moved on
Masterful moment
of mellifluous mischief.
I've just said hello.