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Poetry By: paradocs1967

Past 5

Submitted:Mar 15, 2013    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Note: This is the correct version. Never post after 36 hours of no sleep - he tells himself.

He writes about death

because it keeps him alive:

like the beer keeps him hydrated

and the cigarettes force his lungs

to inhale

and exhale

in metred sympathy.

This ritual -

he calls it 'religion':

a faith

purely paradoxical

and pietistically obscene.


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