no deletions necessary
just hope the flow will go somewhere
crumbs hoping
for humble pie
and manna
mama
hey, do you remember words?
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judih
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hopin for a clink of a glass
a momentary wink
another mind looping my wavelength
a second opinion
in a wild chaos of drum rolls
it all leads up to down
in a shangrila tilt-a-wheel
fly by night
now you see me, now you don't
oops, mamma, wrong door
lady or tiger blunderous
all over in a flash
birth-death-birth
dip in the ganges
saffron robed strange
pipedream cantankerous
who pulled the plug
flashdance finale
a momentary wink
another mind looping my wavelength
a second opinion
in a wild chaos of drum rolls
it all leads up to down
in a shangrila tilt-a-wheel
fly by night
now you see me, now you don't
oops, mamma, wrong door
lady or tiger blunderous
all over in a flash
birth-death-birth
dip in the ganges
saffron robed strange
pipedream cantankerous
who pulled the plug
flashdance finale
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revolutionrabbit
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road
i'm still looking for the
road poem
in the middle of the road
i'm looking for the future
in the past
with a cast of thousands
looking for Look magazine
in Life, and Howl in 55
i'm searchin for the door
of perception
where the best minds
go fast
but i haven't found the church
floor yet
my knees are lookin for down
but my head is lookin for a
thorny crown in some low dive
off the empire state building
i'm lookin for a quick concrete solution
to all this karmic confusion
it all goes faster as the ground
rises to meet me face to face
i looked in the places where i still
ache, but i can't find a trace
of the human race
i can't find the damn brake to the loco
motive
and i never had a darn birthday cake
cuz i left it out in the hard rain gonna
fall
still lookin for that Howl of Howls
on the road of Roads
that Slouch to Bethlehem is still a
Catcher in the Rye
but that Tyger Tyger is still the apple
of my eye, hello, street nice to meet ya
road poem
in the middle of the road
i'm looking for the future
in the past
with a cast of thousands
looking for Look magazine
in Life, and Howl in 55
i'm searchin for the door
of perception
where the best minds
go fast
but i haven't found the church
floor yet
my knees are lookin for down
but my head is lookin for a
thorny crown in some low dive
off the empire state building
i'm lookin for a quick concrete solution
to all this karmic confusion
it all goes faster as the ground
rises to meet me face to face
i looked in the places where i still
ache, but i can't find a trace
of the human race
i can't find the damn brake to the loco
motive
and i never had a darn birthday cake
cuz i left it out in the hard rain gonna
fall
still lookin for that Howl of Howls
on the road of Roads
that Slouch to Bethlehem is still a
Catcher in the Rye
but that Tyger Tyger is still the apple
of my eye, hello, street nice to meet ya
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revolutionrabbit
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Borges
Borges can't wait, he still is doing the Transylvania tango
on the trestles of infinite lines in some Greek tragedy
i can't wait to meet him in the Library of Babylon
where time whispers between the covers of great works,
and compare the Aleph with the Phoenix, his Tiger
is not the same Tyger of Blake, but it is the mirror
image of Dali, i have walked on the Argentine boulevards of
the Darkness of Angels in kabbalahistic alleys of whirling
stilettos and missing children.Borge's Tiger was a neon
traffic signal at the far end of a Tunnel, where Hopscotch was found
in a cafe with dogear cover, and Magda's lipstick kiss
planted on the first page, as a clue and a reminder.
i met Poe in the gutter with a Mississippi of whiskey and
a flood of Dante' moons.
on the trestles of infinite lines in some Greek tragedy
i can't wait to meet him in the Library of Babylon
where time whispers between the covers of great works,
and compare the Aleph with the Phoenix, his Tiger
is not the same Tyger of Blake, but it is the mirror
image of Dali, i have walked on the Argentine boulevards of
the Darkness of Angels in kabbalahistic alleys of whirling
stilettos and missing children.Borge's Tiger was a neon
traffic signal at the far end of a Tunnel, where Hopscotch was found
in a cafe with dogear cover, and Magda's lipstick kiss
planted on the first page, as a clue and a reminder.
i met Poe in the gutter with a Mississippi of whiskey and
a flood of Dante' moons.
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revolutionrabbit
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sax you
sax you, sax me
abrasax-ophone me on the jung line
that unidentified object golden sax frazzle
hung up there in the ajax sky
like some latest pic from the Hubble
that crazy primal beat sax blowin holy bubbles
for all our troubles down here,
listen don't forget to let the Bird fly down the tube
great bird heads once stood on underground horizons
when swinging doors swung both ways to the Duat
and the priestess spoke the naked words just bein born
as crocodile tears rained down in first time Zep Tepi
abrasax-ophone me on the jung line
that unidentified object golden sax frazzle
hung up there in the ajax sky
like some latest pic from the Hubble
that crazy primal beat sax blowin holy bubbles
for all our troubles down here,
listen don't forget to let the Bird fly down the tube
great bird heads once stood on underground horizons
when swinging doors swung both ways to the Duat
and the priestess spoke the naked words just bein born
as crocodile tears rained down in first time Zep Tepi
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judih
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never bored on planet earth
for every hole, there's a huge volcano
yin and yang circling the biosphere
always something
ya got yer hoods with the homies
sandbox playwrights searching for typhus
burying hatchets
my hood's like that
diggin the fossil-tight groundwork
finding skeletons and shells of portuguese sailors
middle of the desert locust dust
always something
lost stork asking for directions
which way to the black forest
doesn't stick around
tears off as if teasin thai workers
sun so hot, it takes shelter in the shade
spf 33 (rinse, repeat)
no time like now, we got the torch
gotta run with it
always something
stork, torch and barrel
soccer ball hits the captain
cannon fire reflex
always something, a body gotta know
live the moment,
itchy trigger fingers look for distraction
grab the stork and fly
for every hole, there's a huge volcano
yin and yang circling the biosphere
always something
ya got yer hoods with the homies
sandbox playwrights searching for typhus
burying hatchets
my hood's like that
diggin the fossil-tight groundwork
finding skeletons and shells of portuguese sailors
middle of the desert locust dust
always something
lost stork asking for directions
which way to the black forest
doesn't stick around
tears off as if teasin thai workers
sun so hot, it takes shelter in the shade
spf 33 (rinse, repeat)
no time like now, we got the torch
gotta run with it
always something
stork, torch and barrel
soccer ball hits the captain
cannon fire reflex
always something, a body gotta know
live the moment,
itchy trigger fingers look for distraction
grab the stork and fly
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stilltrucking
- Posts: 20607
- Joined: October 24th, 2004, 12:29 pm
- Location: Oz or somepLace like Kansas
always something
that's life
never gets boring round here
an electromagnetic womb massaging our thoughts
we don't need no aluminum foil yarmulkes
here in the land of the free and the home of the scared shitless.
Wishing you black forest peace
her daughter told me once
that there is a great white chicken fairy god mother watching over me. I am tucked up safely under her wing. Her mother relayed the message to me.
do you want to be a priestess
a poet priestess you are to me
I deleted another post on this thread because it turned to mush
this one seems headed that way too
that's life
never gets boring round here
an electromagnetic womb massaging our thoughts
we don't need no aluminum foil yarmulkes
here in the land of the free and the home of the scared shitless.
Wishing you black forest peace
her daughter told me once
that there is a great white chicken fairy god mother watching over me. I am tucked up safely under her wing. Her mother relayed the message to me.
do you want to be a priestess
a poet priestess you are to me
I deleted another post on this thread because it turned to mush
this one seems headed that way too
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