No Baby, No Babies.

An end to coincidence.

No synchronicity.

No chance to meet each other.

No movies they could see.

No fancy restaurant dinners.

No late night toasts at bars.

No bare face to admire.

Some wore their masks in cars.

No hey, I sat beside you!

At last week’s hockey game.

No yes, l saw you in the park!

Now please tell me your name.

No hugs.

No kisses.

Just lonely dying

Against all wishes

And now them bitches…

The piper wants his day.

Barry Williams

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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