Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com

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Addressing
oneself
as “my friend”

Meditation  =  not
forcing my mind
into areas

You can
only control
you

*

Singing
is his
yoga

Did the driver
just announce this stop
as “Run Of Jewels”?

His
deliberate
shoes

*

“I don’t want
fame—I want
to get down!

Tattoos:
illusions
of permanence

Pretty girl
with soupy
eyes

*

Pricing
everything
out of reach

They haven’t discovered
what matters
yet

Thrills that are never
as good as you
thought they would be



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