Falsetto

When they’re not busy hanging methey’re busy hanging baubles off the branches on a Christmas treeitgives them a meaning, butit’s not Jesus leaning on a lampostat the corner of whatever streetand that’s the street upon whichI’ll meet,and here,I seek some interventionnothing so divineas to make it all sublimejustan answer for the hanged manbefore he does…

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What happens if..

The smashing of the heart as it hits the rocks belowand where do dreams go when the tears begin andthen we’re back to Faust or Freud, either tragic or annoyedthat we are in a play, but yesterday we were the script,the words upon the bodies stripped and what fun untilthe sun went down, the curtain…

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Old time preacher

When the roll is called andthe bell is tolled and therighteous kneel at the last,I’ll be first in the queue todisappear into the blue andto leave behind what has passed. Still, even asthe dragons roar and breathe out firethere is life in the old dog yet( thanks to the vet ) Quietness has a sound…

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