heaven speaks with such sorrow
but is there hope?
true the lyrics of sorrow are so sad
and here is bad
but even out of tune
these lyrics still ring true

© Jeff Kimball
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my mother loves me
it brings back the battle of a gutter dream
that sadistic ball of melancholy
my degenerate mother on a pedal stool
and me in my iron cell
well, land lord’s a knocking
with his white dove
and looking for that
majestic love

© Jeff Kimball
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this hideous route
has many cavities
in which one could tumble
but these burrows are ignored
and the amnesic person falls
disappearing from the route
losing direction
losing face
and
losing soul

© Jeff Kimball