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    THE PARIHA

    LAID out ON THE SIDEWALK
    POET OF THE FLOWER GOD
    LIQURED UP FUCKS piss on you
    You haven’t washed your hair
    Outside or within FIFTY YEARS
    SNOT NOSES, HARL
    Coon rattled cans
    Coming down off the hill
    Your family denies you
    Reckless and stupid genius
    Naked for the world to see
    Your lips have been stolen
    Flesh sucked from their bones
    Nothing is happy around you
    Snow white the contrast for your grey
    What is our bed tonight?
    If not with you
    I will sleep with concrete
    No one wins a war lasting sixty years


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  • #2
    Desolation bears its heavy mantle in this piece, TS.


    I don't know the long road...rock and gulley strewn
    absent slivered ray of hope
    turned and turning backs of brothers, kin from kin
    sin, so sadly baked upon each path of going on

    One gives hope...

    gives love as base
    if ever I shall rise again



    A very moving piece of writing.






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