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the Misery and the Pain
remembering
those loony tune evenings
when your sour drink
vinegar mouth
hit the pang
vibrating my very mangled self
telling me by the way
my conception blasted
your cream soda teenage hopes
more than recreation
running to drop
mothers Frankenstein
exerting a pumping heart
over revving panting breath
and muscles burning
trying to self destruct in flight
but gloriously every organ glow
inside me
a flickering dynamo light
of a messed up life
unable to break
..break down
not dying because you wished it so
Martin Lochner
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The Missionaries toil in Africa
scraping
in the
base of a
cauldron
collecting
the last bit
of soup scum
wondering
how he will feed
them
adding water
diluting the
nourishment
dropping two three
blocks of stock
hiding and thickening
famine despair
looking at the runway
staring into the sky
when shall it arrive?
manna from heavan
parachute maize
doing what we can
cheating a empty stomach
saying the Lords prayer
Martin Lochner
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The other green mile
I am a sucker for
affection
gunshot wounds
death threat concern
the whole relative crowd
pacing my green mile
first class pity
five star care
imagine
the post humous drama
the parental wailing
best seller obituary
spartan bar tales
and
my squirt growing
up
without
daddy dearest
Martin Lochner
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the others
As the corners becomes rounded
We come out of the shadows
Our peace are disturbed
Now visible to the world
We are red flagged
Identified as a threat
It is only a matter of time
Before they crucify and burn us
We have no place in the declining world.
Martin Lochner
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