There Can Only be Two
Take the blue pill,
Or the red pill if that won’t do,
There can only be the two of us,
In the world I made of you.
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Tragic numbers,
Play them safe if you will,
There can only be the two of us,
After that it’s all downhill.
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Treasured assumptions,
Take them into your grave,
There can only be the two of us,
And already I am a slave.
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Listening real hard,
I can almost hear your heart break,
There can only be the two of us,
In the world before I awake.
Warsaw in Autumn
Tired and forgotten corners,
Warsaw’s old and weary mourners,
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Fiats dead on mossy bricks,
The pain that only hope inflicts,
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I saw you once with eyes unclouded,
Windows clogged and face beshrouded,
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Memories which stretch across,
Tinted futures, auburn loss.
Human Meat
Robots have inhuman feet,
And wherever two shall meet,
Via twitter they shall tweet,
Come, we feast on human meat,
It is sweet and it is neat,
Robots so each other greet,
And exude their robot heat,
Clouding up the robot street,
Drinking from an iron teat,
The mixed remains of human meat.
Pages and Birds
I mistook you for a torn page,
But you were a songbird,
Not broken at all.
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I mistook you for an angel,
But you were a window,
Clear as bleached-out days.
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I mistook you for the north wind,
And so you brought me home,
But not forever.
Vows and Tears
Taking out those hurtful words,
One by bloody fucking one,
Throwing caution to the birds,
Always on the goddamn run.
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I had never done a thing,
Better than the thing I do,
Even when you got my ring,
Nothing other than a coup.
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Blistered dreams and broken vows,
Hurt much less than I once thought,
Shattered so like farmers’ ploughs,
Love’s disease that I once caught.
A pavement where poetry goes to die.
