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Castaway

CASTAWAY

Desert isle dweller swims downstream
Passing oodles of chaste charity shops

Deep swamped in castaways chasing
Seeking dreams among castaways’

Castaways – Look, a cupless saucer
Its history, its future unknown now

A momentary fleck of identification
Desert isle dweller swims upstream

The Perils Of Social Isolation

The Perils Of Social Isolation.

REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

THE ISOLATION ILLUSION

Each WE a finger.
Without others no more WE!
Many fingers > one hand.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

 

Fellow Travellers: Shadorma

FELLOW TRAVELLERS

We’re always
Travelling alone
Companions
Merely serve
To distract us from what is
Inescapable

Bad News

And this one is for Maya because she’ll know why.

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PORTIONS FOR FOXES

There’s blood in my mouth ’cause I been biting my tongue all week
I keep on talkin’ trash but I never say anything

And the talkin’ leads to touchin’
And the touchin’ leads to sex
And then there is no mystery left

And it’s bad news
Baby, I’m bad news
I’m just bad news, bad news, bad news

I know I’m alone if I’m with or without you
But just bein’ around you offers me another form of relief

When the loneliness leads to bad dreams
And the bad dreams lead me to callin’ you
And I call you and say, “C’mere!

And it’s bad news
Baby, I’m bad news
I’m just bad news, bad news, bad news
And it’s bad news
Baby, it’s bad news
It’s just bad news, bad news, bad news

‘Cause you’re just damage control
For a walking corpse like me – like you
‘Cause we’ll all be portions for foxes
Yeah, we’ll all be portions for foxes

There’s a pretty young thing in front of you
And she’s real pretty and she’s real into you
And then she’s sleepin’ inside of you

And the talkin’ leads to touchin’
Then the touchin’ leads to sex
And then there is no mystery left

And it’s bad news
I don’t blame you
I do the same thing, I get lonely too
And you’re bad news
My friends tell me to leave you
That you’re bad news, bad news, bad news

We’re bad news
Baby, you’re bad news
And you’re bad news
Baby, you’re bad news

Shrinking Violet: Shadorma

SHRINKING VIOLET

He sees her
Dance … delightfully
He thinks of
Asking her …
A disorienting thought …
Fills him with terror!

Telling Solutions

TELLING SOLUTIONS

No one told you

You would not be alone
As that would be a lie

And that is fine

Nor that a solution
Involves a dissolving

And that is fine

Of course for some folk
The reverse is the reverse

And so told you you were alone
Not unalone alone

And that was fine

Since they all meant well
They all meant well

And dissolved

All Alone

ALL ALONE

Pity October
Stuck between all those embers
No one seems to care

Leave Your Thoughts

LEAVE YOUR THOUGHTS

I left my thoughts
My thoughts left me

My thoughts departed
While I. left remained

Alone in an aloneness
Awaiting fresh thoughts

Compassion

COMPASSION

Poor rich Donald
Had a heart once too

But has not yet
Found the courage

To admit it is broken
And embark upon

The painful journey
Required to mend it

A Perfect Match

A PERFECT MATCH

She’s rubbish and scum
Or so his actions tell her
“I wish I was dead”
She repeats repeatedly
Though no one is there to hear

He’s rubbish and scum
Or so her actions tell him
“I wish I was dead”
He repeats repeatedly
Though no one is there to hear

No one ever
No one

No one ever
No one

No one

Ever

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