[dunno where THAT went...]
I Used to Think Me Pretty
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I guess she said I look like that detail
Of Death warmed oer, cuz she hoped for intents
T\'would not be so tomorrow, like defense
Could half exist on nary sleep. Avail
Me how, when lo, my body seems sans bail
To howl I\'m being abused? Pain is from hence
My fare until I writhe yet maunt from thence
Escape. I pray, but cannot find the trail.
Deserted where life used to flourish, were
There any left, tis not here now, the view
From here as wont, yet strangely thus in tour
Forsaken. If my corpse is fragile, who
Shall notice? Ghost towns have no voice. Bestir
Thee, LORD, and ransom me. I wait for You.
08Oct26a
You think?
My Case Is Prettier All the Time
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Let me pull off the act of living, hail
Success by half, and I\'ve forgot from thence
Which day tis now? It\'s Saturday, fr\'intents,
And in all truth. When in October? Frail
From rarely sleeping, and scant food t\'avail
(Though we have tons), the page-day is defense;
Our breakfast\'s grand: aspar\'gus buttered hence
With half an omelet, raspb\'rry danish bail.
We\'ve concord grapes to boot, and shrooms in tour
But lightly steamed \'longside like that will do
For lofty fare and tasty--is that poor?
I\'ve time t\'indulge at long last seems, chance too
Tae finish putting \'way the groc\'ries. Were
There else, all\'s flown. Oh LORD, we wait for You.
10Oct26a
Why is this question on every tongue????
Is Aught Hope Verily Futile?
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Then watch white steam\'s ascent like that detail
Is incense unto Thee, LORD. Is\'t pretense?
Come, how those vaprous tendrils dance from hence
And curl e\'er upward! Oh! If only frail
Compare were true and our prayrs Thou\'d avail
Us were so sweet! That strong delusion thence
What seems doth blind my brethren, I ask whence,
And those who know, \"how long?\" as how we fail.
I\'m watching this year businesses in tour
Fold up their holdings here, how many too?
Our dreams and visions \'fore Thee, LORD, are poor?
Is that wherefore? Or is\'t our end anew?
For how our en\'mies triumph, eat us fer
All that, til few are left. LORD, save us: You.
11Oct26a
Why is that true both factually and metaphorically, eh?
I\'ve Too Much on My Platter
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Rain pattered late last night, til to unveil
Mid-morning aught (for was\'t our \"fun\"?) owns thence
Wet, glossy pavement and the grey suspense
Of waiting more, though all dries up, the trail
By afternoon with puddles\' keen detail
And that dear eye October knows fr\'intents
Tae use on naked trees, where leaves lie hence
Upon the ground, and romance would avail.
I used to study models lost as t\'were
And lonely in cafés, like that\'s the cue
I\'ll follow. And I\'ve got it all, cept fer
The time and steamy mug, café now too;
It\'s just the light I recognize astir
At long last and I relish. LORD, where to?
14Oct26a
Let\'s discuss this later, if we must.
Yes, I LOVE Starbucks, But I\'m Nobody
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So now I\'ve \"coffee\" frappuccinos, whence
I\'m googling like some stupid soul the trail
Forgot to kick off to the side, t\'avail
Vast ignorance, and saving that pretense
For later, since I\'m certain tis defense,
Jist not today. I\'ll finish that detail
I brewed, glug tea like that makes sense, and fail
To manage sleep ere third shift, asking hence.
Too many questions have their answers fer
The world to view, but I\'m still asking too,
As if I do not know. Caffeine is poor
Where you would grapple for sheer rest, but who
Could tell me that this morning? I\'ll bestir
Myself for work and wait, oh LORD, for You.
14Oct26b