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 What perfect man would there be

To turn the tide of history?

 Is it you?

 It's sure not me.

 Or if it is

I shirk the role

 Hide out beyond prying eyes

 Avoid all printed truths or lies

 Read the headlines while buying beer

 and turn away from all I fear.

 11/25/97

The Outsider

 Conversations in the night.

 10 different jobs every year.

 Towns and cities, stuff

 Women & sometimes men.

 Judged and abandoned, abortion

 Leaving some just the same.

 Filled with fear of dying in advance of destiny.

 Working for others to get a meager meal

 or scraping on my own to finish a deal.

 Forever, forever, forever Alone.

 I am the outsider,

 And my life is my own.

The Essence of Love

 I imagine Spirits berift of identity, treatment

 Thirsting for this granted life

 Of curses and bafflement.

 We suffer, clinic

 and are made souls.

 Forever singular, salve

 Unique yet.

 The experience Giving the right,

 And even demanding,

 That we give to God

 Exactly what we ask for.

 Forgiveness Forgiveness,

 the essense of love.

Using the Lumberfile

 So she bought the ticket

 and got on the plane

 towing her boyfriend, viagra 60mg

 And they came to her Other boyfriends` home.

 Willing, salve all tested.

 Then he watched some

 then put his fingers where they would do the most good for her.

 The member moving in and out of her, drugs

 So that she knew that

 She was loved

 and had it all for herself.

 Not to give to anyone.

 Not the baby crying in the night

 or morning to suck without orgasm her tits.

 But the act become primitive

 and unconnected to any possible event

 Making her a god.