Randy Briggs

Cryptic culture,
Cultic culture,
Consumer culture,
Fake culture,
...

Skyscrapers
Break the sky,
Smog chokes the air,
Endless buildings go on
...

sometimes, when the
bus drops me off
(it has no knowledge
where I go)
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2 a.m.
3 stories high-
Stoned-
Ugly subways trashed
...

Wolves running wild
Beast and beauty,
Howling full moon instigates
The dead to rise above
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'Pink, you know how I knew you were funny? '

'How? '
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Golden California
Rays &
People laughing,
Having a good time.
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Father of
my father,
I never got to
know.
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I can see it,
I can feel it through the mess halls
of the darkest and damndest ghettos of America,
Its truth moves me like a Greek tragedy.
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I wake up to feel the weight,

The weight of my soul and my heavy mind
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American youth,
Denied the truth,
Schools want money,
aint that just funny?
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the desert night stretches
it's worn muscles over the
valley whilst the stars
cannibalize each other
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Here I am again,
Staring out of my window
At a half lit moon
Smoking a cigarette,
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2nd poem for
one occassion,
man who is
drunk, insane and
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one afternoon,
gazing through
the window.
I projected an
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Locks on houses,
People stay out!
Don’t bother me,
Oh not me.
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Life should be simple,
Everything affects like a ripple,
incense are burning,
the record is turning,
...

the cemetary down the
street is full of life,
the church down the street
is full of death,
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Darkness consumes the earth
And holds in its
Grip the deadening,
Still, cold of
...

she screams
at me,
she screams
at me,
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