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The eye of the glossy tender

Am I merely a revenant spirit

To cast glows of comatose

Leopard skin lies

Dandelions adrift to an island

Sanctimonious prayers over the smokestack

Puffs of passion

The smell of it

Raspberry licorice

In the glass case at the candy shop

Where the man with the plastic hand works

His lifeless appendage

Would clunk on the counter

Before we went

To the lake on a warm summer day

The cold blueness of it

The simple eternity of it

The red lighthouse is like a spike on the horizon

Vast blue, white clouds

A sentry point of escape

How we all long to escape

From simply here to somewhere else

Always painfully hungry for somewhere else

In search of that perfect life everyone else has

Take a drug — perfect life

It’s what they show us

Never the reality of say, cancer

Just happy faces laughing, great times

Reality doesn’t sell

Reality isn’t profitable

And capitalism isn’t real life