ask you to edit your life
No one has the time to read this
Twice.
your grand father's wars
will be bequeathed to your children's
children
GREAT fires of London
GREAT wars-
where is Russia in this?
my father,who art in ash
spare me your memories
my mother,still making more-
thanks!
after midnight moon
sweetly sings to distant stars
just like you!
heard more snakes than seen
same with dreams
past does not end
gets filtered by endless presents
Children! Believe me!
Once there were type writers!
hard to build a fire
easier to share the heat
zoo rest homes
for animal impersonators
she dowses hearts
he collects heads
i left childhood
it followed
my love affair with flying
independent of aircraft
auto mechanic philosopher
spare parts wisdom
we are time short
that's why small talk!
even gold
ends up in bars.
these stolen terms
leased from dreams
to be forgotten
FOR THE LOYALTY OF HENRY BRAUN
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