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Sunday, August 29, 2004 by Billy

fresh and Haunted Season


carnal protest ended
self righteous trigger recoiled
killed the dagger of death
mice and demons lurking
i flew away on water wings
here i am in rutland niche
like i never saw the mirage
i am shining left of america
another milestone creeps unsheathed
fresh disregard of babylon
zen words to lift the curtain
stark music fresh from the portal
squeeze me and i flow
out of the asylum.

Billy Jno Hope

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Wednesday, August 25, 2004 by Billy

Libra


my song falls in the forest
while i slay dragons in diaspora
i sleep for the manic to tame
this bottle costs as much death here
we ride trains for grace
lament almost killed me
from the retch of self pity
i will haunt like chrysalids
never will i speak again to trust
neither am i slave

billy jno hope

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Saturday, August 21, 2004 by Billy

Headphone Subway Rant


Collective indifference
Head twist

Manic drum roll


Ipod jacked
Shivers

Listening to
The sounds of distance

Listening to
Collective
Indifference

billy jno hope

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Tuesday, August 17, 2004 by Billy

Time Truth



Death! Mother found you bleeding into oblivion.

Spidery wrists delicate carved deep in a moment of despair.

“oh my God!” bloody murder. She cursed the village dawn. The clock chimed six. You were

dead to life.

Horror! The fucking horror of sensation. The madness of a hypodermic digging your skin. An

overweight nurse smiled at you. You closed your eyes to die again.

God was persistent in the recovery room. Through his divine mercy you got a second chance.

Mother was closest to God. His rivers ran constantly through her eyes.

A week out of death a thin girl came to visit you. Vaguely you remembered her lonely and

strange in the neighborhood. For the first time since your first death you forgot about groping

the second.

She gave you a slim book of poetry and a warning to confront time.

That night you walked for the first time. After supper you went out to stare at the stars but

their ancient beauty was too frightening. You limped back inside to the poetry book.

Time shivered in the very first poem. Her words came back crashing into your consciousness as

you turned every page.

Confront time. Merge with it. Step out of it and behind and forward. Grasp time before it

touches you. Ultimately you create time. What comes tomorrow is already here. What

happened yesterday is always happening. You have the power to refine and bless and curse it.

Illumination! Scars remained on your spidery wrists. Mother watched you like a hawk. You

ate for goliath but still reveled in your wraithness. You wrote voraciously to soak up every time

you had.She killed herself with an avalanche of aspirin. She had grown disturbingly thin. Her

last book of poems discussed reincarnation. You fell madly in love.

Billy Jno Hope

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