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I just went up top to listen to some cd's

Posted to Action Poetry

isn't strange in stranges ness
that replacement is alsways with us

running its rampant dusty claw across all
Cd records disks and love
repleaced in time by a giant
who has no soul but beats the heads of men
and as he says makes them whole
but what giant screams alone at night and fights
not with others but himself
to find help
or reason ina dusky room o bber and low drawn wood
and here he sits amidst this shit
until he dies