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Out in the Night

You came in

With flowers in your hand

There were stars

Out in the night spelling

Dyslexic

Odes about lonely men

Swept away

In states of confusion

Angered I

Asked who gave you flowers

My world was

In turmoil and darkness

A Strange Sadness

In a hostile tongue

Old songs

Old murals

Old poems

Lose their color and lore

A strange sadness

Fills eyes

Fills souls

Fills hearts

Silence gives way to howls

Fine Mood

I am here to deliver

My wife’s baby.

I’m not the patient.

I feel fine.

I’m doing really well

For someone that’s sick.

There’s nothing wrong with me.

I want to leave.

My name’s not Dave.

It is C-i-n-d-y.

Why do you smile, doctor?

You should take medicine.

Maybe it will help you.

I’m doing fine.

I have my sunglasses on.

The sun’s a nuisance.

I’m a judge.  I’m a lawyer.

I’m the police.

I have a badge in my pocket.

You are the crazy ones.

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