Last night I cried,
	Never knowing why,
		With no tears and eyes dry.
		I turned on the radio,
		And everything sounded like a lie.
		It hit me in the eye,
			With no room to give another try,
				For a simple way to die.
But then,
	I cried again,
		And tears were falling from the sky.

Smack the radio!
	You don't need music to dance!
Eyes
    and Movements
		Dance with that car who makes a turn
		Dance with that fire who starts to burn
		Dance with that flower with no fern
		Dance at a bus stop with no ticket to return
Now collect your radio in pieces
	Spray it like rainbow dusts
		For those kids to yearn.

Put down your journal!
	You are recording death!
Look at the world around you!
	It's hard to catch a breath!
Listen to the signal!
	Like a bird returning to her nest!
Run and catch the whistle!
	Don't forget to bring the jest!
Oh! Nostalgia!
	It's not the memorable past,
		But the immediate future!

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						- 10.26.2014

You.
	Poor little stupid darling.
		Where is my chicken saw?
Me?
You.
	Sweet little shameless bastard.
		Let's have some fun.
Me?
You.
	Short little charming bonehead.
		We are going to have dinner today!

Oh sit on the stove.my dear
	at the couch.to sip a tea
everything is so fine.when it rains
	but the grass smells like fish.oh you cooked it
		brown.isn't it well done?Must be so
		make it snappy.on both sides
	maybe I'll go to your place next time.at night
when there is nothing to do.sleeping is a good exercise
	it must be told a million times.without you listening
		that is.my routine.going up and down
spend the better part of the day.sitting on the stove.my dear

Nice.
	It's nice in Nice.
Nighs.
	It's nigh to sigh.
Naice.
	It's naive to be nice.
Nights.
	It's night in Nice.
Niece.
	It's nice to...
				...what is she doing in Nice?

The woman is getting desperate,
	It takes too long to dump the trash,
		In the middle of the night,
			When the neighbors have their lights on,
		Every Thursday or so,
			When there are special guests,
		Inviting themselves over,
			To stay up all night in the garden,
		Ready for some serious scenary,
	On the rumor that was spreaded,
That the woman is getting desperate.	

Not Red
	Not Blue
		Not Yellow
			Not White
			
It stinks of flesh,
	On the afternoon of mesh,
		Clean or fresh,
			nothing goes unrefreshed.

This man is not back.