The pariha

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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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The second

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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.