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creak like your bones like the old door on its rusty hinges soft like tiptoeing on rickety boards in chilly winter. yes. yes. yes. your eyes are splinters prickling fiercely at the back of my mind you are you are you are the last puzzle piece and my wish upon a star. like sinking toes into carpet or watching people bet on things they can't afford to lose. like cravings for weird food and attention and maybe some soft words once in a while. like that, yeah. trickle trickle of river and blood or tears. salt rust clean. you are clean. you are. like the breathless moment before gravity rips a rollercoaster down or grav

The Ivory Piano There sits the ivory piano that she used to play If snowflakes had voices it was what they would say A note was like a raindrop falling from a wintry sky Her fingers telling their story of when they could fly There aren't many residents in this building; It's falling apart in some of the gilding But now something feels as if it's gone astray There'll be no Great Gig in the Sky today The landlord is eighty years old or so You often find him staring out at the crow That will scarily perch on his windowsill He often tells you that he's over the hill Now that she's gone, there's sadness in his eyes You don't need to

There is a uniformity of sound that saturates the universe- some sequence of sight that captures the brain and rolls it around till it is no more a mind than an idea. Thrown against the great wall of humanity, it flattens, and grows into a being. And where the thinker's seed is dropped, - where it sprouts - is the consciousness of partaking in life.

Fill a coconut up, With pipe smoke, Then open it up, And that's all that comes out. Your contents are never, Surprising, When you're too clever, To think for yourself. Stagnating, Wallowing, Idling, Dreaming of a muse that, Will make a bell ring, Dragging you from under your empty bed. Where you play with all of the dust bunnies, Accumulate dirt, Attend their parties, And listen to all of their whisperings. Day after day, Just like the day before, I have nothing to say, That you haven't heard. But I continue promising, I'll divulge my secrets, Every trivial thing, Without growing or learning anything. Coconuts lit by p