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.:for Mork:.
Forget the hell, mutt
Probably weren’t nothing but dog days anyway
Float on, brother
You were onna trip the rest of us couldn’t understand
So go on and free-fall
Only gravity makes one heavy
And there ain’t none, so you ain’t.
Heavy. Just another sad-funny man gone
One who was a bit too clear
But not clear enough for himself
The sad part(ing) now seems so blurry
Wherein you & your see-thru piercings
They’ve gone through & through
X-rayed for the whole galaxy to see
Yet still. Born and blind.
And now you’ve gone beyond naked
Truth...taking it
Right into that final frontier
Maybe laughing up the place
Least as much as you can.
Published 12th Aug 2014
| Edited 15th Aug 2014
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