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Leonard Gontarek: Dangerous
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Gimme some red birds falling into place, flocks of noise, dangerous & cooperative.
Gimme some tiny leaves falling & getting smaller.
Gimme some night falling like spirits past the barricades & barbed wire of sleep.
.
No I would not exchange
a half year of darkness for
a half year of spring.
It’s my darkness, I’ll keep it.
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There is a deep hole all the
leaves go down. More than deep.
.
How do you know what mist
changes or does not change?
Imagine, everything
has been changed by it.
.
The more things change,
the more that changes.
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Kill Everybody &
Let God Sort It Out.
.
Join the Army
Visit Exotic Places
Meet Interesting People
& Kill Them.
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Your Karma
Ran Over
My Dogma.
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I Brake For Hallucinations.
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We collaborate & accumulate,
add them to the rest
& they become less,
they become us. Ah, shadow.
.
Standing in the middle of the street,
half-drunk, directing traffic,
wearing a t-shirt that reads: Don’t Blame Anyone.
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The head is a trainman’s lantern.
The head is a tabernacle.
I look very far away. We are looking
for a way out of night that is not
soft & deep.
Whispering I can’t find my
keys to herself outside
the psychic place.
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I love Philadelphia.
I love the pickup inexplicably dragging an anchor, sparking in the dark.
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Copyright 2015 Leonard Gontarek
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When I saw your title, the opening line of U2’s “Who’s Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses,” played in my head, “You’re Dangerous because you’re honest.” Patent “Your Karma ran over My Dogma.” I said, Patent it! And I once drove behind the guy who broke for hallucinations. Now I must rest.
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