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...the morning light is turning over noon bright and brittle, though its warm here sometimes the summer is harsh and the cooling shorter days beckon with fingers of ice that for you soon should start to slowly melt...

False people

What the jury thought is all that matters. The rest of us can be absolved from concern if the process is followed exactly. Justice seems to lie between the two sides of every story.

the room is dark and lonesome
there are thieves out for hearts tonight
they walk the streets and speak
with fake voices
hiding their selves in-case the ancestors
get in on the act and spoil everything

dark roses beckon you to the very place your soul was found hanging
its threads sagging down like a drowning spade
shake the spindle and let it twist like a demon
learn its memory before time held your stop listening to itself
heard the sea inside of its shell
brought up horse and kept in the dark
by strangers who forgot their tails

the room is cold and black
there is a tailor with a heavy
steel pair of sheers ready to cut off
your loose ends if you stray over the bends
in the road the defined path through things
you have to go or nobody is going to care what you think
its the end of blunt air
its the time for broken threat
to fall over wills that beget
infamy famine and death
to ones cat or another type of pet
don't mind we still find it beyond our kind
they ran dry of ways to sell soap
as things filled all the gaps in the mind
they cry when they see their money die

with a sigh she says its time to learn
how the signs come at you one time and all
how the strange lines evolve into
silence as death overcomes vanity
all the things you put off until you had time to sort them

fake heart stops and now you know its too late to do much
the phone rings and there is a knock at the door
the water boils on the stove and your baby is crying
but the red light means only seconds are left
to tidy up a lifetime of making a fine mess

Right behind

drinking deep of the forest water
the white pool of heavy rain last season
dank with the subtle lies
compare them to memory circles expanded

nobody complains about such hard beauty
they just play up to your eyebrow raised above yon
the actions of the playful few
the dancing girls who play with both types of shoe
toe clicks on stone and life that just goes on
her fevered eye locked on that horizon
her little voice in the dense pool
the heavy silent drip seeps in

the long sombre sighs draw in your thoughts
like paper into a machine drawn in fast
and certain, tall like thistles
wooden soldiers fall on broken clouds
their legs uselessly pulling back the tide

mechanical matchsticks slicing surf
the surgeons gun takes away her smile
warrior manipulation plump fingers play
over your spine did not make you stronger
relief of pressure sees your underwater strokes
pull you along one yard at a time
progress is slow as the tide pulls you back
back to where you came from
the mysterious pool of deceits

Butter

It may not seem much but accept this letter of appreciation
it does not seem much because it is not much
just butter but it is the very least we can do

Our sincere apologies that your son got food poisoning at our restaurant
we are sorry that accidents happen so here is fifty dollars
it is butter, but we believe you will accept it

Our investment advisors made the same mistake that all investment advisors made
All the indicators were that doing what everyone else was doing was right
we are sorry but there is nothing we can do but butter you up for the next deal

We pray for your well being and hope you have time to recover from your long illness
before you die we know you won't but our interest
is linked to hope for a little favour in your will
its just butter but someone of your age appreciates what they can get

It is an excellent combination my dear
the finest fruit bitter jam perfect on toast with something, perhaps
a little butter will make the jam taste right on my starchy white bread
it will keep the dairy farmers in business even if it accelerates the heart condition

I will make sure the premiums are up to date my dear

Rent

Payday short lived glory break off a sizeable
chunk more than you can chew and give it
to The Man

Burn it into the palm of his sorry hand
and tell him in no uncertain terms you expect
him to get a decent return

if you can not get rich, he could at least
buy some half decent clothes
and shoes, for gods sake