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Syntax Issue 10
Denver Syntax
{waking up on november 27th}
  john dorsey


every year on my birthday
when i think about
my grandfather rolling over
in his grave just
long enough to push
death's snooze button for
what seems like eternity
but is little more
than a man made
decade i have a
moment of silence for
silence in hell they
whisper my dreams hours
spent betting on longshots
dark horses and black
sheep in a country
where there is little
difference between a peep
show and a confessional
the ghosts pull wool
over my eyes the
fabric of the american
dream i try to
remember his last words
one more time before
i fall back to
                     sleep