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Absurd, The Passions

a shroud, the denseness
laboring awake
faith not felt
known and enduring
peppered
the mind's connections
unspoken and locked
light bulbs, unpackaged

three alarms, marinaded
social hour
tweed and polish
cancellations
the downsiders and outsiders
mystical and unbound
brave sinners
absurd, the passions

It's Still Last Night

  This orange juice tastes funny. Where's all my money? Thought it'd be more sunny. Wonder what time it is. Clock says eight thirty ...