maybe later
Wandering man dreams of a place
with no demands yet no disgrace
with nice clean sheets, a fragrant pillow,
Wills that bend around like willow
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Shining black moon
Thrilled with teeth
Come to our shores
Of gold and grief
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Beloved tools unstirred
They are strangers
Brushes, pencils, pens
Erased from my picture
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The Ballad of Mary and Chappie
She was wandering whitehaired clutching her lead
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Faces bow In days unknowing
Gaze upon a virgin sheet
Smileys in a snowstorm glowing
Painting lips which never meet
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