Jesuit Joe

  Locked in to a system that’s built in I’m tilting.   There are no windmills they are in fact dragons.   I surrender but they want an interest payment.   So my heart beats two beats faster I try to slow down but go down again.   In the end in the fire I find there…

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Oil on canvas

  I see it in the museum a masterpiece in a mausoleum dead and buried with all that rests.   This is top shelf help yourself mind the mites they bite.   To be dead yet alive and in a museum we thrive looking at ourselves…

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The generator

  Everyone dreams in a language receives the same message and interprets it differently.   Poetry’s one of those messages dreamt of in languages and seen in wild images.   Mirage’s mirror me in this dream a sweet symphony and it all comes back to me but somehow differently…

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