the broken record dance

 The Broken Record Dance.
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I laughed when you told
me rage was a commodity,
and not to waste it on Myself..
as we danced clean spots
on the dirty sawdust floor,..
singing along with Angels.
(sent from Hell.)

Your smile looked cut on
by a Cynical Surgeon, who
(lacking humor) seemed to
posses a profound sense of
Irony.

but Damn I love it when
you grin that way!

(though it often feels like
Love-starved Parasites are
eating The Heart from Me.)

"What do you fear more
than The Broken Record
Yesterday?" (you ask.)

"Well..I am terrified of
becoming a Cliche'. Or
This Madman who always
Laughs!"

(regardless that I cannot
wipe the tears away.)

"Ah... Rage."

("it's such a f?cking
waste.")

j.stephen.h