Posts in Owen FitzGerald
The Body

I could have moved to Berlin.

Oh well, here I am.

I could have learned the language.

Oh well, here I am.

I guess that leather ball gag is not for me.

I could have been swinging up there easily.

I could have been looking down from the ceiling.

Fish hooks through my back like it ain’t no thing.

Like my body was meant for me.

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The Light

What happens when The Lights turn off?

What happens when you die?

When you flip the record to the other side?

When you slip through the Universal drain?

When you learn Death’s first name?

What happens when The Lights cut on?

What happens when you’re born?

What is learning for?

Where are we headed towards?

Is anyone keeping score?

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The Child

I don’t want to kill Trump. Just want to see him dead.

I don’t want to kill Trump. Just want to kill his friends.

I wish that Cool Hand Luke would descend from the clouds

In a cast iron time machine.

He’d light an unfiltered cigarette, look me in the eye,

And scream, “are you not seeing what I’m seeing?

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