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she is a bewitching lover
for even when she is far away
she appears lovelier than others
lovelier than the flowers on this bank
of the river lovelier than me
to myself and i wake up and sleep
through the cruel deprivation of addicts
as nothing without my need




this is a good time to
abolish ownership
throw open the cages
and watch the birds fly out
into the silvery moonlight
and release this soul
from the bondage of labels
the commerce of exchange
from profit from loss and
give and take that this
vagabond lust may say
hello to a friendly tramp
damp and cold on the road to rome
and while kings barons and stooges
keep passing by they
have long to go before
they are free of the road
until judgement comes calling
on our woes by the wayside
on the wet hay may the lovers roll



save the dame
tied to the black rock
goblins prey fair limbs
meat for an ugly lust
scheming a calamity
of disemboweled trust
that suns may rise
at the beck and call
of the burning torch
one light enough to
light the world
and the nuns would follow
the lords word



lets allow ourselves
these small illusions
that in the morning
when we sleep
we are debauched but
in love that the lie
may not seem any darker
than the truth and we
pass our lives in the meantime