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Needle In The Hay - Elliot Smith

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“Steer your heart past the truth that you believed in yesterday Such as fundamental goodness and the wisdom of the way Steer your heart, precious heart, past the women whom you bought Year by year Month by month Day by day Thought by thought.”

— Leonard Cohen, “Steer Your Way” (via fuckyeahmrleonardcohen)

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Maybe you didn't think being poor was something criminalized coast to coast Why not try not paying your tickets and fines and see what results from your boast The life for yourself finally realized Find it down mid ridge the direction With expectations so low the judge will walk in all rise oh and before you go tell those kitchen ghosts hello Mental, starving and unsettled Discarded like credit card already cancelled a solemn rippling at the bottom of a metaphorical well Oh and do you suppose With storms gathering close Before doors shutter and close before the two of us go Tell those Kitchen Ghosts Hello #poetry #slampoetry #punch #love #photos #art #ghosts #lasvegas #survival #hurt #pain

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Head and Torso of a Broken Statue, Photo by Manuel Alvarez Bravo, 1957

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Adios Maestro

ADIOS MAESTRO

Manuel Álvarez Bravo (February 4, 1902 – October 19, 2002), age 100

Written by PUNCH October 2002

Photos told of death

amid mystery

adios maestro

feeling as you felt

The surreal

Its boring

reveals the realism

as we fantasize

days occurred

suggest bright colors

skulls made of sugar

moments frozen

taken photos

Wisely captured

Flight of eyes

somewhat undersized

described as both shy

and an outgoing guy

There is myth

and behind the wall

magueys found fact

some before hope to react

Violence

Real

Surrealist

worship of red

where bloodshed is sacred

did the maestro see

approaching day of the dead?

at home maestro passes

emptiness his silence tells

news travels

behind the wall magueys

together pray

In grief the dessert sways

tears shed by dirt paths

saturated

his valley would ring with laughter

news travels

autumn steals

little intrigue ended

chapter begins

bereavement of wind

Life as memories

he dreamed

weaving through trees

where sadly now

on their way to the ground

even leaves

dangle precariously

Without purpose

Before they leave

into silence his

Adios Maestro

Feel hopeless fields

hear despair of trees

See even the leaves

dangle precariously

without purpose

as they leave

remembering yours

as

they

fell

Into silence

itself

By PUNCH October 2002

Dedicated to: Manuel Álvarez Bravo

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Bullet Before Fifty-One written by Punch Ever heard a song in your dreams Your waking up ruins notes too lonesome for a funeral, a sad little tune teal skies bruised; as both sun and I struggling to rise universes burning too soon nothing everlasting except lies and goodbyes the moon is a worthless punctuation at the end of every afternoon After being paid off by every relation You still owe every friend drawn to natural conclusions anything you've come to depend May not be finished but it's gone All I might have wished for everyone Now my only question Where have you hidden the gun Let me feel the bullet before fifty-one #poetry #slam #sad #punch #Gutterlairette #suicide #poetryslam #despair #givingup #homelesspoet #hopeless #wedonthavepockets #lasvegas #melancholy #sober #junkie #love