No Exits ~ Exist On

NO EXITS ~ EXIST ON

In the car park
of a stark oblivion
best leave
your engine running
Don’t phone it home
all on your own
If you’ve got the app
of a beating heart
with an overflowing cup
don’t text it to the exit
Within the recreation
of divine sublime trust
Sexit up …
if you really must
Ever since creation
Viva la différenciation
Just don’t let
your love rust
and turn into dust
when life is a bust

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Of Cotton & Things Rotten

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‘Poetry of America –
The Cosmic Athletes’
~ by Salvador Dali

Everybody knows
that the dice are loaded.
Everybody rolls
with their fingers crossed.
Everybody knows the war is over.
Everybody knows the good guys lost.
Everybody knows the fight was fixed.
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich.
That’s how it goes.
Everybody knows.

And everybody knows
that it’s now or never.
Everybody knows
that it’s me or you.
And everybody knows
that you live forever,
ah, when you’ve done a line or two.
Everybody knows the deal is rotten.
Old Black Joe’s still pickin’ cotton
for your ribbons and bows.
And everybody knows.
~ Leonard Cohen

‘The Angler’ … by david redpath

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‘Heavy and Metal
Industrialised Refreshment’

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