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When you want to pay
For goods or tickets online
PayPal is dogshit

Is it still poly
After dumping the cyclops?
Or now just phemus?

The road I've chosen
Bends me back away from home
Loops through the unknown

One two three four five
Seven eight ten eleven
Twelve thirteen fourteen

"Feel free to come by,"
She says, as if I felt trapped.
I groan an escape

Soar ever higher
Held only by walls of cloud
Soon to kiss the sun

Salvation has needs
A kiss and death. Jesus died
Judas suffers still

Little bitch fascist
At barefoot beach, gets nervous
Without boots to lick

Christmas lights come down
First items pulled from boxes
Last to be returned

Earth's little creatures
Toil unseen at needed works
Essential workers

I miss your wanting
Inferno is desires burning
Us down to cinder

Weekends are for brunch
Breakfast food served at noontime
So all can sleep in

Silence of the morning
Every home holds its breath. Listen!
Hear the Earth turning

Dance like no one sees??
Don't live in shame! You must dance
Like you are adored

I'll never grovel
A man of means has standards
My cash begs for me

The epiphany
Celebrates the three magi
Who realized God

Seeking a vessel
A target for these feelings
Anyone will do

"Where feelings belong,"
He railed, spittle flying wild
"Is on the inside!"

Crumbling estate
Mouldering stories of yore
Waiting to be flipped

Full of emptiness
An absence made manifest
A void shaped like you

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