Fauxku Choo Choo (the play's the thing)
our blood
bright red a week ago -
now black


your love draws blood
and weakens me - I must go
back to black
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your love draws blood
and weakens me - I must go
back to black



this picture of us leaning back
too far
we fall
blood mixed with glass our love falls after us


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this picture of us leaning back
too far
we fall
blood mixed with glass our love falls after us

as hard as I try
as much as I know
I can't quite imagine this exact fall
again leaning against nothing at all
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as hard as I try
as much as I know
I can't quite imagine this exact fall
again leaning against nothing at all

I thought you said "it was a wall"
now you tell me it was "nothing at all"
when I was little you said I was tall
you've set me up to watch me fall
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I thought you said "it was a wall"
now you tell me it was "nothing at all"
when I was little you said I was tall
you've set me up to watch me fall


From the third floor terrace at our local mall;
I saw him push you, I saw you fall.
They'd dressed you sweet, like a china doll;
A Dior dress and a white silk shawl.

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From the third floor terrace at our local mall;
I saw him push you, I saw you fall.
They'd dressed you sweet, like a china doll;
A Dior dress and a white silk shawl.

Your head made a sound like a bowling ball
pushing pins down a mall in Senegal
where homes made way for an urban sprawl
and white privilege means nothing at all.
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means nothing
when you spout words
refrigerator

my refrigerator is not cool
it's boring and out of date
it turns my jelly into mush
it's mean and full of hate
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my refrigerator is not cool
it's boring and out of date
it turns my jelly into mush
it's mean and full of hate


the answer to life
(or at least my part of it)
hides in the fridge
and the jelly's part of it

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the answer to life
(or at least my part of it)
hides in the fridge
and the jelly's part of it

summertime flowers --
in the fridge,
a mycologist's garden
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summertime flowers --
in the fridge,
a mycologist's garden

The English mycologist Tom
examined the spores in his palm.
With a spark in his eyes
he declared them a prize,
just a lick turned his dirge to a psalm.
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The English mycologist Tom
examined the spores in his palm.
With a spark in his eyes
he declared them a prize,
just a lick turned his dirge to a psalm.

The English mycologist Tom
had licked all the spores on his palm.
Then he said his goodbyes
as he met his demise,
for the spores, they were anthrax from Guam!
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The English mycologist Tom
had licked all the spores on his palm.
Then he said his goodbyes
as he met his demise,
for the spores, they were anthrax from Guam!

The English mycologist Tom
had a life line as long as his palm.
Immune to each bug
that slipped under his rug,
an anti-bacterial bomb.
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He used to play rugger
The old toadstool hugger
But try as he might
When the line was in sight
He always bombed out
Poor bugger
Oh what a wicket web we weave!
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beware taking bites
of the old toadstool
upon which I sit

beware of Fly Agaric
she's pretty but she bites,
Psilocybin is a more fun guy
full of magical delights
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the winding way
chambers of magical delights
only those who know
beware


beware the fear of the unknown
within these chambers or without
it hides the magic of this world
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beware the fear of the unknown
within these chambers or without
it hides the magic of this world

beware of dogma
unless you carry
a big stigma
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris
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beware of dogma
unless you carry
a big stigma

stigmata --
pollen grains
in the vernal air
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vernal air
as pure as
a virgins smile

Verna, the fallen whore,
smiles as she burns the meth--
now that is pure.
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Verna, the fallen whore,
smiles as she burns the meth--
now that is pure.

fallen heroine sleeping
on the electric fire - 
she burns brightly
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fallen heroine sleeping
on the electric fire -
she burns brightly

Autumn fires
unplugged -
electric heroin
sleep
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