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I Dreamt of Weeping
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Unpublished pieces Anger needs you more
than you need me.
The silver ringed tongue
speaks of correctness
and other matters of
societal tyranny.
Speak what you will,
but only if it is agreed
to be the flocking cause
we can all pretend to aspire to.
I dreamt of weeping and
this caused me to think
of how much I disliked you.
Space and sex steal your time
while hungry slaves
whimper like dead cats
in an alley.
A gurgling cell phone
rings, and rings, and rings.
It booms in downloaded
ring-tone. Shakes the
fabric of the book-less
literature experts. They
float like dulled knives
across the literary
imagination. Some of them
might be groovy enough
to escalate their hymnals
into the hemisphere.
I dreamt of weeping and
this caused me to think
of how much I disliked you.
