nite
radio
lips
tremble
dead
voices
pray..........
R-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-n-n-n-n-n-g!
Distant
solemn
fading
stars.
Hollow men
Voices of straw
In Excess
Elegantly Wasted
They say:
This ain’t the good life................
R-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-n-n-n-n-n-g!
Quiet
meaningless
violent
soul
Hollow man
Bullet mouth
Mr. Kurt-
He dead!
In Nirvana
he plays:
Smells like..............
R-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-n-n-n-n-n-g!
In
God
we
trust.
Lennon:
New York City
Shot by a fan
Hollow man!
Still John sings:
When I hold you in my arms and I feel my
finger on your trigger I know no one can
do me no harm because happiness is..........
R-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-n-n-n-n-n-g!
No woe
No cry
Marley shot
the sheriff
missed the
deputy....
One love?
Get ready
Head jammin'
nite
twilight
dead land
death radio
plays........
I wake
alone
clammy
hands
cold
sheets
Is this
what it’s like?
The telephone rings........
R-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-n-n-n-n-n-g!
Eros
Ethos
Cachondo
Hungry eyes
Sullen look
Sexual charge
Shooting off sparks
Mucho friccion
Half asleep
I reach out.............
R-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-n-n-n-n-n-g!
This
poem:
kissing
lips
praying
hollow
words
to stoned
death radio
images?
Shadows
caught
between
idea
and
reality?
Motion
and act?
To be a rock
and not to roll?
But mine is
life is.............
A bang?
A whimper?
I reach for the phone.........
R-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-n-n-n-n-n-g!
Click.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...................
Shit.
Not again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Damn %$#^&@#$%%^ telemarketers will be the death of me ...........................................
DTC
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