REVENGE OF THE CLONES
Are any two peoples’ delusions the same
do you really want my real name
I am the smoker who envelopes you in mist
my unshaven mouth no heavenly kiss
has tasted. Ashtray lungs and nicotine
does not absolve the lungs from mean
struggles for life injecting rhythm
in a hearts asimilar reproduction of health
and wisdom.
I can’t talk to them like I you
only we know what is true
from the backroom maltreatment
to the frontroom deceit and comment.
We shall rise again to show our will-
ingness to travel and be one as will
the ones who save it, our life that is
and go to showing the world can be isn’t
and not is.
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 