Monthly Archives: May 2003

Re: justice on the run / Electrons on Holiday

Fairy lichen remains… as dust arid spirit lurks unencumbered Where Lacy Fronds did appear not far … not near still THERE someshow…. we all (don’t we?) Your fringe doesn’t have much tensile strength But works well as antennae when away … Continue reading

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the kansas cliffs

did you ever hear about jesse james gang how they’d ride the wind from cimarron down to the rio grande? no bank and no outpost was safe against the outlaw and his gang as the hard steel hoofbeats rang on … Continue reading

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cosimo and fabrizio funk out

tunney almost sat down on the ground the funhouse mirrors rubberflex sideshow secret smoky hallways ten feelings there are no rules spinning up the staircase orange swirl god forgives me because i am beautiful essence of beatnik poured over the … Continue reading

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georgia milky way hill

and i flew i flew higher than i ever had smooth in the thin blue sky sparklys all around and river clouds i came down and cruised charleston cracked black windows and a corvair “wot choo wont, mister?” i ate … Continue reading

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rap (and jive)

you know i wanta rifle through this madness stir it with a spoon till its stiff and lifeless like a rock i wanta rap and i wanta roll i wanta rap and jive baby all night long i wanta jive … Continue reading

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justice on the run

politics and sewage run downhill to the ditch the lowest point in the american landscape up top is the chair of justice but it’s empty– the ditch was blocked and the sewage was rising eloquent turds flowing from the mouth … Continue reading

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sweet metal life

what a day what a day the refrigerator came unglued ran around mocking its makers making up little songs the toneony rocked its safeties stood up on its toes and howled every plant shivered in its neat little plant bed … Continue reading

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nightcrawlers

Do I have a moment that I can rise and be the schizoid spokesman for the lost children? In gloom and scattered they ran out onto the ice and crackling beneath their feet. Some saw the fish rise and some … Continue reading

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