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I BELIEVE IN PICASSO
The feeling I get
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BAD HABITS
Voices Echo Your Arrival
The slime
of all my
yesterdays
rots in the
hollow of
my skull.
The Narcissi, too, are bowing to some big thing
There is a dignity
to this
Tell My werewolf not to run
Dead men
render love
and war no
heed, Lulled
in the ample
womb of
the full-tilt
globe.
It's been too hard livin. But I'm afraid to die
Come with me
Where birds
fly. Come with
me where
rainbows die.
Thunders
I'm through with
this grand
looking-glass
hotel where
adjectives play
croquet with
flamingo nouns.
Cinderella
He who
is not
busy
being
born
is busy
dying
.
Miss Drake Proceeds to Supper
Born
illegitimately
To a
whore
most likely
He became
an
orphan.
For Your Life
Your stooges
Plying their
wild cells
in my keel's
shadow.
Decades
The
smile
of
iceboxes
annihilates
me.
Letter To A Purist
That grandiose
colossus who
Stood astride
The envious
assaults of sea.
Big Time Sensuality
Melting the
tallow heretics,
Ousting the
Jews. Their
thick palls float.
Angelic Hoodlums And Holy ones
Mozart's requiem
will play.
On tiny speakers
made of clay.
Owner Of A Lonely Heart
They are
always with
us, the thin
people.
Meager of
dimension
as the gray
people.
The Bull of Bendylaw
A product
of the
untalented.
Sold by
the
unprincipled.
To the
utterly
bewildered.
What's God's name? I can't remember
God will come
and wash away
our tattoos and
all the cocaine.
And all of the
aborted babies
will turn into
little bambies.
Isolation
Here in this
valley of
discrete
academies.
On Shrewd Claws
Aquatic Nocturne
flicker gilt.
Grapeblue mussels
dilate lithe and
pliant valves.
Cosmic Love
I am sending
back the key
that let me
into Bluebeard's
study;
Because he would'nt
make love to me.
A Vulturous Boredom Pinned Me In This Tree
If they cared about the climate,
They'd of gone to Heaven.
They came to Hell,
For the company.
Old Man Wrigley
By the roots of
my hair some
god got hold
of me.
I sizzled in
his blue volts
like a desert
prophet.
O Jesus, Quicken Me
How does it feel
to be one of the
beautiful people?
Now that you
Know who you are.
Moonage Daydream
I have no wit,
I have no words,
no tears.
My heart within
me like a stone.
To Try And Try And Yet Come Up Short
Your clear
eye is the
one absolutely
beautiful thing.
Tiny Spirit In A K-Hole
Worship this
world of
watercolor
mood in glass
pagodas hung
with veils of green.
Eye Of The Beholder
Christened in
a spindrift of
snowdrop stars,
where on
pink-fluted
feet the pigeons
pass.
Again We Are Deluded
Society knows
perfectly well
how to kill
a man. And
has methods
more subtle
than death.
Paul Anthony Heck
2/8/85 - 12/14/08
You were the best
big brother I could
have ever imagined.
I love you Tony.
And will forever
miss you.
Like A Rolling Stone
A saintly sparrow
jargons madrigals
to waken dreamers
in the milky dawn,
Dark Side Of The Moon
Lavender ribbons
of rain sang.
Ridding my
heart of
mortal fight.
Dont speak, I can hear you
A second's pause.
The dull drums of
my pulses beat
Against a silence
wearing thin
.
Banksy
If you find me,
hide me.
I don't know
where
I've been.
Weeping Willow, Wont You Wallow Louder
And there's
a weepy
ol' willow.
And he
really knows
how to
cry.
Style Is Eternal
Grown milky,
almost clear,
like the bodies
of saints.
It is touching,
the way
they'll ignore.
We Don't Exist
By learning that our existence
is impossible, we learn that
we do not exist. How can we
die if we do not exist? We can't.
Our body is taken over by some
other being and forced to be.
We have no choice, no options,
We Don't Exist.
Am I Losing My Soul?
Take the general
mumble, blunt
as the faceless
gut of an
anonymous clam.
Change Is Hard
Saint noni
wise and
heart-strong.
Beautiful Boyz
Sent to the
reformatory.
Ten years old,
was his first
glory. Got
caught stealing
from a nun.
Now his love
story had begun.
The Terrible Wind Tries His Breathing
A flower cannot
blossom without
shunshine.
A man cannot
live without
love.
The Goddess Discovered Her Gail
I'll bathe you
in the crystal
light. That
sleeps between
my thighs.
What was done to me was monstrous
Evey
V For Vendetta
The only verdict is
vengeance, a
vendetta, held
as a votive not
in vain.
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Voices Echo Your Arrival
The Narcissi, too, are bowing to some big thing
Tell My werewolf not to run
It's been too hard livin. But I'm afraid to die
Thunders
Cinderella
Miss Drake Proceeds to Supper
For Your Life
Decades
Letter To A Purist
Big Time Sensuality
Angelic Hoodlums And Holy ones
Owner Of A Lonely Heart
The Bull of Bendylaw
What's God's name? I can't remember
Isolation
On Shrewd Claws
Aquatic Nocturne
Cosmic Love
A Vulturous Boredom Pinned Me In This Tree
Old Man Wrigley
O Jesus, Quicken Me
Moonage Daydream
To Try And Try And Yet Come Up Short
Tiny Spirit In A K-Hole
Eye Of The Beholder
Again We Are Deluded
Paul Anthony Heck
Like A Rolling Stone
Dark Side Of The Moon
Dont speak, I can hear you
Banksy
Weeping Willow, Wont You Wallow Louder
Style Is Eternal
We Don't Exist
Am I Losing My Soul?
Change Is Hard
Beautiful Boyz
The Terrible Wind Tries His Breathing
The Goddess Discovered Her Gail
What was done to me was monstrous
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