A quality of ignorance,
self-deception may be
necessary to the poet's
survival.
Actors must make us think
they're real
Our friends must not
make us think we're acting
They are, though, in slow
Time
My wild words
slip into fusion
& risk losing
the solid ground
So stranger, get
wilder still
Probe the Highlands
Cold electric music
Damage me
Rend my mind
w/your dark slumber
Cold temple of steel
Cold minds alive
on the strangled shore
Veterans of foreign wars
We are the soldiers of
Rock & Roll Wars
Those who Race toward Death
Those who wait
Those who worry
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