A Preoccupation With Loss

No Langston, Buffy or Samson
Can stop this parade
PARADE! UNSTOPPABLE!!!

Likes and dislikes
Are checked at the door
WELL BLOW ME DOWN!

All the graffiti in the world
Scraped and caked
Piled up into a mound of flaky rainbow mud

Someday even garbage cans will be empty
Cats will grow restless
And lick their own paws off

Performing ritualistic self termination
Brings all this end closer
Catenary robots

Also, there are grass skirts for skits
And christmas lights for symbolic differentiation
Lamb's blood for the doorpost

Around the corner
You will feel the burn
Lose it with Jillian, Greg or Oz
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6.23.10