Nathan J. Bogart Biography

Through his aging, once jet-black beard
Came the movement of his chapped lips
Which drew out the beating of war drums
Sad war drums
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Eating spit burgers for five dollars a pop
Watching the town fall apart,
I reluctantly listen to the annoyance streaming
From my front room
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This Garden is no home
It's roots choke and smother its own fruit
Forcing them to beget worthlessness
I can't survive off of this nourishment
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An aging priest ventured into town-hall
Proclaiming hostility to us all
He was demanding that we find the light
'Damn your sky if it ventures into night! '
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His girlfriend was full of beauty
Lost in retrospect, lost in time
He would hold her above the heavens
And soon enough shun her to the back of his mind
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