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I pray with one eye open.
I pray with one eye closed.
I'm ready to go tonight.
How 'bout your soul?

She's been in my arms tonight.
Been far to long.
She's getting tired.
Rest her weary bones.

I'm on a mystery train.
Searching for the Grail.
My skin is getting pale.
My soul's in Hell.

Boo Radley.
Quiet as a mouse.
Never see him outside.
He's always in his house.

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Bury me deep
under the old oak tree.
Bury me deep
where i'll rest in peace.

Bury me deep
under the yellow sand.
Bury me deep
in my own homeland.

Bury me deep
under the blue-green sea.
Bury me deep
with Heaven's gate key.

Bury me deep
Under the open road.
Bury me deep
without this heavy load.

Bury me deep
under a tall cornfield.
Bury me deep
with my family shield.

Bury me deep
under a flower bed.
Bury me deep
where Jesus bled.

Bury me deep
under black-oil-soil.
Bury me deep
where there is no toil.

Bury me deep
under the open sky.
Bury me deep
where the angels fly.

Bury me deep
under Father Sun.
Bury me deep
where I started from.

Bury me deep
under Mother Moon.
Bury me deep
but not too soon.

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I've thrown the first stone
Broken down, Judas prone
Faces I've kissed
Birthdays I've missed

I closed my eyes
Open and to my surprise
He's grown from the seed
In her mother's womb

Too much time has passed
Her blue eyes cast
Shadow on my heart
From the time we spent apart

I've seen her laugh and play
I've seen her led astray
I've heard her father's fears
Echo loudly in her ears

I built my house on sand
Sinking in since I began
To turn my back
On all my old friends

The Gout You Need

My homophonic translation of Baudelaire's Le Gout du Neant

Mourning spirit asteroid moves. The late latte

expires. Do not leprosy artistic tone. Order a

new vault and enforcer. The couch toy's sand powder

views Chevrolets. Do not let spies attack bought obstacles.

Resign toy, moon color; doors too similar to break.

Spirit veins, forbid. Poor toy, viewed the marauder's

glamour nap and the gout. Squash the dispute.

"Farewell dunce," chants the curve of soupier flutes.

Please, kneel tinted on color and somber at the boulder.

Pretend adorable pardons, Son.

Eat the temporary, engulf minute-by-minute.

Come late night immense encore. Press the reader.

Contemplate, then halt the globe and say rounder.

Eat the New York jet. Church and labor doom cahoots.

Avalanche, "view the Emperor then shoot."

occupied

their secret supplanted

society with

rumored resemblance

waits–their

elk’s elaborate cave

divulged young twins–

their physically devoted

honorary champions

inducted–

G_N

Our master mind

medication

devastated

the departed dean.

He slurred smoke pearls

through his bronze hand gland,

his heavy lungs

retired.

The old civilian,

hours killed,

adrenal elders

left.

The star stroke shot

"pleasant combat"

on this flying earth

quake tour.

Beach Boy

A boy walks the beach

With his head held high.

Sand dunes out of reach

And gulls in the sky.

Behind him a fence

And wire is tangled.

The parents he rents

Left his lunch on the table.

From his elbow a pale

Does swing back and forth.

The red shovel is frail

From digging deep in the Earth.

The grass has grown long

Like the dog days of summer.

The boy walks alone

‘Till the waves take him under.