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The dream is still,  
but the child is falling  
and slowly dying 
of sea cancer. 

The Black man is  
wearing a red suit, 
his orange hat  
is laughing at an  
opiate youth.
The night has passed,  
and the brilliant brains 
are sorrowful …  
the morning is the grinning gallows of happiness.   

The middle-aged woman 
is donating blood  
to revive another shopping mall,  
so we can buy routine’s sexual stimulants.  
The old man  
reads today’s newspaper  
only to discover it’s 
also yesterday’s news 
telling us it’s another morning 
where saints die alone. 
Posted 01/27/15
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