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Green Goblins of Modern America

Dan Schwartz

 

For me sentence structure holds no bounds

Making paper create and gestate with new sounds

No once gets my flow

I hold it while everyone let’s go

I need my style to make my eyes wild for longer:

A short while

The wind shows everyone what my eyes see

What?

You do see it?

I do

He does

She does,

He

She

And

Or

It does

Sight finds minds in all kinds of binds

How are you so blind?

Look around and see what all this insensitivity does to someone like me…

Emotions smothering my sixth sense

On a different plane

Haunt me

My way is this

Yours is old hat

My money is on my mind and my mind is on that

I’ve got no fear to face but the face of myself

I see that now

I’ve got not shit to run me down

My past is in my past

My future hasn’t been

The present means my presence in a room in the dark.

I’m hated on and pissed off but it’s all good

I care not

Like Yoda said, do or do not, there is no try

I’ve got to take it to the heart, take the heat, use my head, and heal or go to hell…

Why do I care?

I don’t

I Do

Do I?