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I come upon the surreal
and realize
the road to hell
must be like a traffic jam
impossible to drive through
but slowly moving onto the inevitable

Sometimes dreams get mirrored in obstinate abuse
all who are blinded by hopelessness
you are infinite
you born to the poetry of work
you crowd onto the tightrope
you speak of love
as if it were protests against the war

Being down on your luck in love with bad love and a dream
an overworked ruthless rendezvous of souls who will not rest

I am still writing my neighbor’s poem
deep poetry never sleeps
forlorn thoughts as if castrated

While the clock ticks into Van Gogh’s confided madness
hurried days discover declarations of the sane

Within the mathematics of existence
turbulence
plus
hardships
equals
a heart that
watches you
weeping

Murdered evenings of love
with the martyrs of the heart
gypsy hitchhikers on the way to the asylum
the Madonna’s of full moons

They take a shine to seekers of heaven
heir’s to meticulous spirits

they are building

altars
of sand

all day
 

and the rain of pain is melting them away
all night

My red ink scratches the ledger of prose
negatives beget negatives

some feel it is alright

As I misunderstand
and submit tranquilly
mysteriously, there is nothing else to do