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The End of Communism

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So now that you know That freedom is funny I walk to the early place I stay and I breathe I am touch and I’m free I’m Stalin and burning in Rome

So acid away The victims of voodoo And wash to the early grave

Six summon amounts And the spoke of accounts With warships and vipering win

Abyssing of Warren And violin fear It’s recess and Norway the ear

(“Erin Shore”)

Three Colour Bar

The widest lens was at my fortune And in Spain they burned a love note Four ounces of sudden time And the horses left for Washademoak With Gifted phone dimes And a web of sugar It was barrels of seatwood Commandeered by the Swiss. As for the cloud At 29 I slept by the Lord And saw you there.

The Third Recourse

At Pratt & Whitney Men were adjusted And for believing no-one But friends of the wing And six times as cute As a newborn kitten Were the Swedes- Who blessed Hall- And the moon wept for freedom

Too many bad days, But in the Register, We won, And rejoiced for the Narrows

And rejected the reign- of islam it was hell- And we were born unto Christ- And protected the vulnerable…

There Is Much Rain A Man Can Consider

I was psycho and your best friend And the dishes we cerebrated wirelessly; I came- here in the washroom While April delivered new swimwear

Apostasy in the clouds, Himmler wore nothing but a clock And sixty cycles for Ibogaine Were touched, Truced, And tossed out the windows Upon the first notice of a parked car, I swore it was time to move on

But in Sweden, Where All That She Wants is- code- For not getting rid of friends, We slipped into our famous blue raincoat And evaporated others- And our own money.

It was the popular thing to do- To hit on a friend,- Regardless of cost

And I learned- To be faithful through other men And their instances of knowing why urine is not the best paint I was wetlessly dry And slipped out of my own bare feet

On USS Zay- The boyfriend artists, Paul began feeling sad for the cost of armageddon But nobody tried like Björk- And her cousin Amanda

So that each set of glowing computers would end up in Ireland We prayed for our forest while men cut it down And bulldozed our own FACT Team Which was something like The Price Is Written

Except that I wept For surfactants And asphalt And earplugs For a friend

—Jeffery

of Malmö

A pestilence of war Into the drains men went and wept It was cold in the dark; And all this ice was clear A fix of the longhouse of water And on this side of worry I sat up livid and said- There is nothing jong un wants- But death

So to Expressen if I am lying about what is right To the bigger men of Peter, This day repeats For all that ABBA saw- Even in the foreground Where love made offers To Incheon and The Havana ship

No more nukes and Auld Lang Syne We prepare for war and lose repose to revenge So that the Ark of our understanding And less war Are ours in that way

kim is dead

Växjö

The most upstanding of all forests By rail to Danmark by Øre No communist would win And we scrubbed the estate for fulsome Ray I had things to eat of berry And prowess by the phone I surrendered To find two cars- two kinds of just nearby In nearby and returned to the lake Of jealousy time for mine was not theirs But I entered the glasshouse by dusk And reading of strawberries and dust masks and the perils of the Viking Who noticed the epic of Maine -It was upstanding to be Peter And to have all those cats come in from the lightning No fortress was here but we had every stone To polish for the end of the bow Wendy was here As was her cycle And the chain was clean as Brill morning So we walked to the cathedral And prayed for our forest And cancelled the jet to nearby This is Växjö, This is home I married my very best friend And the day of the war Was none It unhappened And the upstanding park saddled by To bereave no-one is Växjö We stare at the hearse in respect It rarely passes on time As we fill up the rows Of our own And of theirs And of Wine

What You Know

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Off the way to Uzbekistan Was the more honest path To the island of behaviour And to be seen with the Kurt In iron and by photograph I knew it was David And I know the way home while I was Catholic And not eating dairy Because News Won in every way And they cancelled war In the name of CSIS Bless all sentient and trapped and unfound You are near to- to us In Christ, Amen

Why I Sold The iPhone

It was given to Graeme And I signed up for his friendship And a c6502 computer compiler And a last call of func_sync($)

All of these transmissions- On my phone of personage And sitting between dandelions And the apprehension of a lucid dream To be watched, while typing, Surely Lenin’s dream is this

Out of casserole glassware to prey upon My fingers were the cassette And I was being played While devouring novichok

It was the brightest day And we had George Who trusted Buttigieg independence Of Monroe Doctrine undone And yesteryear until my feet wept for knees

40,000 bees at Apple Computer Dreaming gently of Darwin While Nigerians prepared for dinner I was off on my Suzuki And sang and prayed And ate Crème Brulée

Aboard 40,922 shoes But left hanging in San Francisco For the cyberwar that ended China Everyone knows- Ghengis Khan is a millionaire

Jeff

Unthreaten

In Donegal I was frozen by the way I worded Frost on Remembrance Day You’ll be alright There is nothing between friends that can explain the pain of Rod Thinking of Chance Harbour way across Alan We drifted to Digby And scotched while rehearsing It was Wednesday for our hens And we were the Savage grandparents In one tiny flower Alison supposed a Harbour With a huge Mount Everest Garden Two years by twilight And clothes on our rocking chair I was healed by The Eucharist On New Year’s Day And all the way up the stairs were early Valentine hearts There was nothing between friends But a chance to play with our boardgame Brrr but ..oh it was cold .. Grand Dulse was full of matcha In a bowl of hot matches And bees who saw wax being born I was healed by Thanksgiving And saw pale blue houses Across to Tokyo And things in a Honda for the first night I was born I was expecting a night with Darrell- To confide about the way I was born And the watch I gave to Salim Was interested in my redemption Nothing happened at midnight But two little socks for my friend- The good one who stole nothing- And survived a canoe tipping to Holland It was an income for 39 years of three dollars an hour but less The car took my fuel for granted Bicycles were not to be stolen And I lost the news to McLaren, Chalk dust on my table- So that Target would be rid of scented products-

Berries from Scotland made the way to my basket- In Rockwood but less than here- My best friend is Phil Who I prayed would stay strong And time collapsed to the rocket- It was 2003, and OpenCL was starting to expose the gene that I had Which was a vaccine variant Nothing but pine – on Everest Zay Prayed against the diesel And tiny water, at Easter Was my home

Forever-

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Jeffery

Zelenskyy (Redemption)

To be motioned for Europe And passed by the dawn of here World of you is all war- All hubris for redemption I understand, we are brothers I sat up just by dawn, And saw you exclaiming peace, And that I exist, For you, Heaven We waited, and it rained Across the Europe of Constitution You were greeted to rest Boilerplate news and peace by Sunset The macabre machine, You won the election And the Supreme Court suddenness That added communism to the ballot Such fame, for you, Surpasses that rule It is of Capital Trust By the Fordham gaslighting North, Who made Sussex News Abaddon And we exclaim to be expected At four years and ten Until Trump feels regret Like all good things, You of St. Peter, Given the runaround for shade To be honest by Rome Sit at my table, We are addicts of the aquifer And greens, And Ukraine My full deck of cards is yours, And I am as greaseless of time As the poor among you, Redford to smear, that I won for you, And putin is dead, Rejoice, You are what I remember In the proud and the Orthodox, Against all hegemony and anger I give you rest by cool streams, And your words to remember, Come, Lord Jesus, We hurt ourselves, And seek your favour as better fathers With the stretching of time, By dawn, for time, Zelenskyy, You Won And belong here,

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