Now! More than ever - 8 Day Miracle Jam
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Whenever I think of Cowboy Dan
it reminds me of One-Eyed Jack
(or was his name Joe?)..
He'd take a bet for all you had
to replace the slack
in what he didn't.
Jack was a crack addict
and mainline ho.
Stood on the corner
of 9th and P
and so
He could see one
comin' a mile a way.
Coulda been me.
Both Dan and Jack wrote
poetry on bathroom stalls.
I could hear their wails
and calls to absent
mistresses, both
doin' a dose
in a vein
behind
the
dor.
What could be more
poetic than that?
A man with a hat.
A man with a patch.
Both wanted me,
but neither could be
my match.
When there's something
under the brim,
I think of him.
When there's something
behind the eye, I cannot
deny I'm blind to why -
but I think of him, too.
it reminds me of One-Eyed Jack
(or was his name Joe?)..
He'd take a bet for all you had
to replace the slack
in what he didn't.
Jack was a crack addict
and mainline ho.
Stood on the corner
of 9th and P
and so
He could see one
comin' a mile a way.
Coulda been me.
Both Dan and Jack wrote
poetry on bathroom stalls.
I could hear their wails
and calls to absent
mistresses, both
doin' a dose
in a vein
behind
the
dor.
What could be more
poetic than that?
A man with a hat.
A man with a patch.
Both wanted me,
but neither could be
my match.
When there's something
under the brim,
I think of him.
When there's something
behind the eye, I cannot
deny I'm blind to why -
but I think of him, too.
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- Doreen Peri
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beat is a mood,
a mantra, a coagulation
breaking loose.. beat is
disgust banished from a barstool,
unamused by ashes, trashed
patrons slashed wrists, kisses
or queerolous crap. beat is
jazz rapped out on a
fingernaildrum
formica never had it so good.
beat is bein' in the hood with
a turf nigga, takin a swigga
pintshit, stiff inna morning,
cannabilized.
a mantra, a coagulation
breaking loose.. beat is
disgust banished from a barstool,
unamused by ashes, trashed
patrons slashed wrists, kisses
or queerolous crap. beat is
jazz rapped out on a
fingernaildrum
formica never had it so good.
beat is bein' in the hood with
a turf nigga, takin a swigga
pintshit, stiff inna morning,
cannabilized.
- Doreen Peri
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- Doreen Peri
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there may be no tomorrow, sorrows spent
like wasted graves. spades can cut through soil,
dirtied garments, worlds dismissed or memorized;
lies come and go like
unelected officials, residual
sound is absorbed into studio walls.
dice the words slim, trim off the fat,
write like that, as if evolution were about
to wipe you out because it is, because
it is
documentation
do you think god can create a masterpiece
in minutes? does he play the spinet
piano or a grand?
which part of the concept does he understand?
when it comes to existence, tomorrow isn't in it.
today we play light travel games. we save
names, ideas, like hands
dealt, runs numbered
with matching colors.
i cannot learn by reading through archives.
i amass a body of literature from the size
of its value in regards to content.
now is the only hour.
like wasted graves. spades can cut through soil,
dirtied garments, worlds dismissed or memorized;
lies come and go like
unelected officials, residual
sound is absorbed into studio walls.
dice the words slim, trim off the fat,
write like that, as if evolution were about
to wipe you out because it is, because
it is
documentation
do you think god can create a masterpiece
in minutes? does he play the spinet
piano or a grand?
which part of the concept does he understand?
when it comes to existence, tomorrow isn't in it.
today we play light travel games. we save
names, ideas, like hands
dealt, runs numbered
with matching colors.
i cannot learn by reading through archives.
i amass a body of literature from the size
of its value in regards to content.
now is the only hour.
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