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chadwick
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three-ring circus treadmill (circus music going)
this mental overload
italic crystal chadeliers are EVERYWHERE
as far as the eye can see
above each and every goddamn lion pit and aquafer and glacier
and (mountainous glaciers, and land-locked, and whaetver)
and all that it all rolls into the city
ice ages square into the man HOLE of current society as we know it
to be true
why?
our conscious says that we are here in this experience
pinch yourself to make sure you are here.
you should probably vote for the somebody in office
(exhale)
I remember what I had to say before
the drawer you can open it
on a good day
find ...what ?
you are looking for
bring home the good luck
pack it in
and leave behind a leaping
just go on by watchin' the old lady knit socks
somehow she's in every room
you can take the tour
as many times as you like
hmmmmm
sometimes a sweater
hats
winter wear
takes the chill off
removes it from its own
relocates
surrounds
warmth
old lady all by herself
the fast pipe smoker's outside
under the street light
55-gallon industrial barrels burning
street signs lost dead ends
a ridiculous cold night in the city
merely merrily not another Christmas poem
potholes in the streets
empty asphalt gravel mixture
thrown away
divided by itself
heated frozen
year after year
junk traffic
drunk puke piss shit rat trash garbage hookers in high heels
pimps and needles
good funerals and grace and mary and god at the church
and at the shrine next to the corner
store
the neighborhood county market
and the still road
and still horns
and still all the lights
and a tree that is not there
wants to be
and all the way back
to all old young and in hats
mittens
rocking chair keeps beat
Granny crochet knit six o'clock twirling needler
sewing needler
and the train is coming in
grey and blue
silver bullet down the rails
and the brick buildings
they have a communication between them
shadows
city lights and the mortar with the steel and the stone and the brick
story-time
you could listen
invited to the commontion , your ears, eyes they have invitations
to the aspriging inspiring depleted dome astrological belt out of commission on the other side of
the glow
and neon signs would rather go
never before any obsticle course
my god
has taken my soul
replaced a no-parking zone
a parking meter
devoid
of
the end
this mental overload
italic crystal chadeliers are EVERYWHERE
as far as the eye can see
above each and every goddamn lion pit and aquafer and glacier
and (mountainous glaciers, and land-locked, and whaetver)
and all that it all rolls into the city
ice ages square into the man HOLE of current society as we know it
to be true
why?
our conscious says that we are here in this experience
pinch yourself to make sure you are here.
you should probably vote for the somebody in office
(exhale)
I remember what I had to say before
the drawer you can open it
on a good day
find ...what ?
you are looking for
bring home the good luck
pack it in
and leave behind a leaping
just go on by watchin' the old lady knit socks
somehow she's in every room
you can take the tour
as many times as you like
hmmmmm
sometimes a sweater
hats
winter wear
takes the chill off
removes it from its own
relocates
surrounds
warmth
old lady all by herself
the fast pipe smoker's outside
under the street light
55-gallon industrial barrels burning
street signs lost dead ends
a ridiculous cold night in the city
merely merrily not another Christmas poem
potholes in the streets
empty asphalt gravel mixture
thrown away
divided by itself
heated frozen
year after year
junk traffic
drunk puke piss shit rat trash garbage hookers in high heels
pimps and needles
good funerals and grace and mary and god at the church
and at the shrine next to the corner
store
the neighborhood county market
and the still road
and still horns
and still all the lights
and a tree that is not there
wants to be
and all the way back
to all old young and in hats
mittens
rocking chair keeps beat
Granny crochet knit six o'clock twirling needler
sewing needler
and the train is coming in
grey and blue
silver bullet down the rails
and the brick buildings
they have a communication between them
shadows
city lights and the mortar with the steel and the stone and the brick
story-time
you could listen
invited to the commontion , your ears, eyes they have invitations
to the aspriging inspiring depleted dome astrological belt out of commission on the other side of
the glow
and neon signs would rather go
never before any obsticle course
my god
has taken my soul
replaced a no-parking zone
a parking meter
devoid
of
the end
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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what an amazing fucking trip
"what a long, strange trip it's been"