Tallon Fassi

My mind melts magnetic.

Pulled to the greater pole.

My soul is a drop of water.

Disconnected in the speed of rain;

only to find the ocean once again.

You are my friend.

Active culture is the ride.

Separation breaks us  into tides.

Ages are stages but thoughts are contagious.

So tired of watching the rage inflame us.

Popped Trust.

Dream of self-lust.

These ideas are far from Notorious

May not pop pistols or sip models while fucking Cristal.

I can roll it up and kick it.

That’s quite enough chirping from this self proclaimed cricket.

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Coffee dark, aroma black.

I’m learning slowly to give back.

T.N.H. said to forgive so did

Jesus.  The state of the nation leaves

much illusion between us.

Your ashes will burn in the fire of the stars

Whether or not you believe in “life” on Mars.

Static tensions;

27 dimensions if you

Sting the theories together

Anger spreads;

Rwanda is the profit of dread.

Knitting words; conjunctive verb?

Shopping for debt in the safe suburbs.

Geographic locations = stratifications.

I’m still playing off student loans with little vocation.  

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