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by
Edward K.
Brown II Utterances
in the Night [Listen]Half
awake in bed, a few moments past the prior day, Watching the curtains bellow
from the passing breeze, The window ajar, voices speaking drunkese--
Maybe they too found the atmosphere shockingly Intoxicating--that stuttering
yowl language Which only a best friend can understand, A designated
companion leading an askew buddy Down or up the street, depending on an internal
compass Bearing, heading for eats, maybe towards home, Maybe to relieve
the soul condemned to the truth, A wrath so damaging, so damning is reality,
so Difficult to escape except by passing out, Cannot pass away for then
you shall See the light ripping every last ounce of myth Out of the
mind--half sane/half insane--where Aloof guided by a ghost or an angel to
a Resting place, not knowing how you arrived, But there you are, head
spinning as the earth, Motionless by gravitating others involved in
The world as you half say something to, Yourself, wondering what it is you
have said.... Full
of uttering sheep, finally falling asleep. Click
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