Sunday, January 07, 2007


Well the nerves are usually bad after work,
And looking into someone’s face is often difficult,
As the another day has been manicured,
Is not so good, as you drink the malt liquor out
The deadness of your eyes,
The world is a frightening place, as you think
Of the good drinks and the whores,
I watch men were ties like a crucifix around the neck
Faces dulled to convention, country and duty
I dream the good, always dream the good dream
Beaches, the eternal, and thoughts like calm waves

by Damion Hamilton

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