The best words occur between twelve o'clock and two.

So, this is my
bathroom floor confessional
-- my mem-war of a
starving artiste
        bloated by the fruits
                   of idio-angelic praise.

I prefer the term "revolutionary"
to "hypocrite," please.

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Haikus are written in five-seven-five
Don't you dare try to tell me
otherwise: I'll beat you with my Gideon bible
and shout obscure passages to reinforce
                the bible's identity --
                from Ecclesiastes, or, uh, Plato

Hey, why are sex and death
so intrinsically linked?
Because they both provide a climax.                    (au revoir, mon amour
                                                                     let us have a cigarette.)

I would like to be completely honest with you
in saying that I really, really
really wanted to write you something celestial.
                but I could not think of anything
                except for global warming.                   (you're like a slant rhyme.
                                                                      you work so nicely in theory,
                                                                      but you end up so flawed.)


                                   I'm so sorry.
                                   I'm Canadian, I have to be.

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Get this:
            I can tell you the origins
            of the word "cynic"
            the first cynics
            the best Greek inventions.

            I can recite for you "The Raven"
            start to finish, if you'd like,
            but I cannot tell you
            what the fuck
            I'm doing

It's two now.
Thank-you. Good night.