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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
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
Ben Naga 