metamorphhh (aka jim crawford) Biography

In the silent rustling of the evergrass,
the piquant shadows of old dogs run

under the dirt, searching for the boy
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Up one aisle and down the other,
sampling each product with a lickpenny's economy.
It doesn't grow on trees, you know.
Or so they tell me.
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"Good sir, " the doctor told me on the morn.
"Like most dilemmas, yours rides on the horn
of vices left unchecked, and now I fear
The only succor left to you is clear.
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In the hidden lair
behind the planks
plays the music
that stings
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And when he comes for you how shall I sleep,
Knowing as I do that time unbinds tomorrow from today?
And when he comes for you, when you slip off
Into the folds of threadbare remembrances and trite solace,
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