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chadwick
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yes that is a floating yourself
a fluttering slow motion whisper barely spoken
heard but nothing back
can't but silk grinders
my gushing hand torn to shreds
meat grinders? (those are cushiony pillows)
no pain going or entering
coming alive cotton seed rows
pillow soft dreams cry out against this war
the heads all seem packed with gear
television sets on fire spray us down
nothing but numb for a home
but somehow forgetfulness strays even further away
i know a mind...my mine
softer the water no drowning the ocean
where vessels wrap around whale skulls delivered by eskimo traders and
on the tea and spices trading routes
where we are opened and rested upon the cobblestone that doesn't hurt
a fluttering slow motion whisper barely spoken
heard but nothing back
can't but silk grinders
my gushing hand torn to shreds
meat grinders? (those are cushiony pillows)
no pain going or entering
coming alive cotton seed rows
pillow soft dreams cry out against this war
the heads all seem packed with gear
television sets on fire spray us down
nothing but numb for a home
but somehow forgetfulness strays even further away
i know a mind...my mine
softer the water no drowning the ocean
where vessels wrap around whale skulls delivered by eskimo traders and
on the tea and spices trading routes
where we are opened and rested upon the cobblestone that doesn't hurt
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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