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Bring Out The Bodies: Get the stacks to stack themselves

Jeff Klepper

People get so worked up about substance abuse
But people are constantly lacking substance

Then again, what else is new, in this paradox called life?
Wake up; retreat back into our heads for security

Gold is increasingly more valuable, but the color itself is becoming dull to me
It must be a symptom of the post traumatic stress disorder from 9/11 or Michael Jacksons death

Surely, I will figure out what caused my relationship with the cosmos, soon
It is best viewed in letter box, the cosmos, the stretch screen

Never does it justice

Floors and Weekend Nowhere’s
Jeff Klepper

Remind the innocent that tides don’t change
They shift
And worlds don’t collide
They rift

But hell is where the attention stays

Broken grays and reds cloud the endless haze

We capture moments with words and eyes

And we kill with canonized lists

Devil, devil, be my bride, wake me up in time for work
I confused you with my wrist watch, time is abstract, a mail clerk

Let the sun set on the ripples on the pond, an honest shadow, an honest fern

The trees posture, much like we do, when we don’t get our turn