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Exhibitions:

The Poetry Reading

In that space
What’s that smell?
Death…

The girl in pink
Her rosy cheeks
Caressed by cigarette
Stink…

A lonely poet
On the stage
Reading
Of love and rage
Trite…

Society this
Society that
The same old observations
Observed a thousand
Times…

The old
The new
The same old
Same
Old…

It’s so simple
And yet so sad
It’s so complex
And yet so funny
A thousand times…

Sex, drugs, and rock ‘n roll
Passing out
Then doing it again
A thousand
Times…