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I am the Jester,
without family or friends.
My life I spend acting,
aiming to mend.
I run through the castles,
echoing rhymes.
I skip through the hallways,
singing of times.
I stand at the feet of,
royalties pure.
My stories and lyrics,
My way to lure.
At the end of each day,
I leave with a poem.
Nobody knows,
that I have no home.
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Jester Jester hide your face
Put on your hat and entertain
Jingle your bells and twirl around
Make a silly face and hit the… Continue

It was as if when i looked into his eyes
i was standing alone on the edge of the world
on a windswept ocean beach
There was nothing
but the soft roar of the waves

He began to see nightmares coming to life
He hinted at first
He then stopped taking meals
I know now
I knew the night he left my room crazed and greived
He never wavered in his conviction for a second
Within minutes
...he was dead

They said he looked up
His entire body moved forward as if being swept by the wind
One said he was about… Continue

from my bed
I watch
3 birds
on a telephone
wire.
one flies
off.
then
another.
one is left,
then
it too
is gone.
my typewriter is
tombstone
still.
and I am
reduced to bird
watching.
just thought I'd
let you
know,
fucker.

it was on the 2nd floor on Coronado Street
I used to get drunk
and throw the radio through the window
while it was playing, and, of course,
it would break the glass in the window
and the radio would sit there on the roof
still playing
and I'd tell my woman,
"Ah, what a marvelous radio!"
the next morning I'd take the window
off the hinges
and carry it down the street
to the glass man
who would put in another pane.
I kept throwing that radio through the window
each time I got drunk
and it would si… Continue

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.