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He can see him inside his glass of beer,
Jumping summer salts and laughing,
From here on in anything can happen,
The joker has him and nothing can stop him.
Sometimes he can go for weeks on end,
And behave just like everyone else,
Then out of the blue he can appear from nowhere,
And drag him down into the depths.
One drink from the glass with the laughing dancer,
And nothing on earth can stop this…Continue
The jackal's head, an eerie silhouetteAn outline of death beckoning,Fading through the sand.The last gasp before I depart,The colour of the gods cannot be known,Swallowing black; descendingThe feather of justice weighs the heart,The whispers of the…Continue
At the moment I'm writing,presently I'll be considering my future.Currently I’m engaged in doubtful speculation.Right now I’m fineI’ll just nod in case you feel awkward.Just now you and I seem to be connected,but it’s a short poem. But thenI’m…Continue