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The Golden Barge

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Harmony is
the golden barge
we chase
down
countless corridors
and urine soaked
alleyways
Why
do we always
seem to be
searching for
something?

Why is there
always a hollow
where rain
should have been
to sprout
gullies
and flowers,
birds
maybe flounders-
Some movement
where inertia
has lacked
for too long?

Happiness
capitulates
under terms
of its own choosing-
Maybe
I am too
much of most things-
pedantic-
serious-
maybe
I should change
or maybe the
world should go
fuck itself
in a screaming
bloody
blaze
of contorted bodies
writhing
in pools of despair
for the
lack they have tasted
their whole lives-
mouths acquainted
to the taste of hate
like sweetmeat.
For a world
of such niggardly
cowards
haters
and killers
we
(mostly)
know nothing
of an honest death
nor of the smell
nor the sight
nor the touch
of much more than
just longing
and a constant
and ravenous
discontent.