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penny for the old guy. 27.4.09 |

I can bear the innate sadness
of all.
In the most frigid depths of night,
when most men are afraid to
plumb
the emotional recesses they've eroded,
you stand.
A veritable messiah, yet cynical
and forthright.

I know you.
I know the melancholy, and I feel
the candorous laughter welling
up up up
within my heart or yours.

Let's call Mistah Kurtz--(he dead)
to find the horror,
the horror! of your innate and sad laughter.

narcotic visions. |

let's walk along this glimmering waterway,
enraptured by the plaintive romance that

we've been inhaling all night.
like Vincent's blurry visions we are
distorted. made more beautiful.

look at this perfection. these cobblestones,
those pilings, the water that would be
organza
without the wind.

see the beauty.
soon we'll awaken,
and then we'll know what it means
to fear.