There’s a silence that grows
Between two
When the quiet in their mind
Is replaced by simply nothing
When they come to find
Two were never one
28 May 2014
(c) 2014, Jim Lemanowicz
Photo, 2007
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All the music light
I can’t hear see
My face is melting
Running down my chin and chest
In little rivulets and streams
Or so it seems
All the love
I can’t feel
Kiss my stone blue lips
But I’ve been through too much
To again have happy dreams
Or so it seems
(c) 1983 & 2014, Jim Lemanowicz
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I heard you making speeches up there
I saw you milking this Tipper Gore
Lard whale with a spatula
With smooth even strokes
Your lover snores obsidian bubbles
I have never felt like such a jerk in my life
Somebody find a nurse
Somebody get the methadone
Everybody knows I’m a jerk
We’re all dancing on the Love carpet
Singing with Shirley
Yeah, making sure well-known objects
And their shapes are well destroyed
It’s your party, but
I’m tired of taking orders
Everybody knows I’m a jerk
(c) 1991, 2014, Jim Lemanowicz
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The macrame pancreas
Ride, ride the macrame
Ride ride
A baby becomes a human shield
All that spinach goes to waste
An owl in the broom closet
Singing Civil War
Johnny comes munching bone again
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah
It’s no use baby
You’re not the chick you used to be
I want the tropical rainforests
Dominate me
Make me feel like Pat Boone
I want the grapes
The Cossack girls paint the station purple
I want the grapes
I need the grapes
(c) 1991, 2014, Jim Lemanowicz
Photo – “The Grapes” 11/11/2010, Florence Ave Beach, Massapequa, NY
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Hamlet’s father stole the 8-track
The creaking wheel, the broken strap
The filthy gag of felt
I am more than lengthening
I am more than thickening
I am more than mascara
I am hiding behind the sofa
Don’t hand me that baloney
I found roaches!
I found roaches!
I found roaches!
(c) 1991 & 2014, Jim Lemanowicz
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