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Gulls
The not-there seagulls were agitated today.In the near dark of the winter morning twilightI could not make out what the cause of their irritation might be.The ink-blue of the early sky providing insufficient light for me to discernAnything more than silhouette shadows of silent buildingsAnd barren branches.I hurried onLest I become the target of their…
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Former Glory
While I work on my next short story (“The Routing Forecast” or “Curses”) here’s another song I wrote back in my late teens/early twenties – well over thirty years ago… Former Glory Why was there crime in the city at that time in 1979?Why were there marks in the hearts of all the parks?Why were…
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I Hate it Here
I hate what they have made the world to beThe rank corruptionAnd not just the monetary kindI mean complete moral, ethical corruptionNecrotic, gangrenous, cancerous putrefactionThe way they have degraded everythingPulled us down to their levelInto the filth where they wallowAll that they touch rotsIt sticks to everything we doThe deformation of normalityOf civilityAt first we…









