in america the
white whore station wagon sits out
in the darkness & the rain
it strikes the heart & mind of man
& is quickly scribbled down on
waste paper and shoved into a back pocket
to protect it from the same rain that would in a moment
bleed the hasty words to unreadable smears
and to save it toward a future
no different than this
no different than this
no different than this
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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SadLuckDame
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Re: no different than this
Yes! pockets and chemistry, moving towards the present. We're trying to trick ourselves, it's a goodie, mingo.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
Re: no different than this
this poem turn on itself the more we try to change the way we see things the more they stay the same
write on
dave
write on
dave
Re: no different than this
why thx, Doll, I'm just about liking you all over the place. Tricks & troubles, that's all of us in spades.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Re: no different than this
thx, dave, yeah, that.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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