Dear Mr. Senator,

[the mingo]

jammin' down the shore
this ain't rome
some do die
some do get born
give me a woman
with curves and curves
i'm a cadillac classic
gliding to the turn all around 'em
my pony is flexible
i'm the bearable bedouin
trading in perilous testaments
an exquisite delegate
a real federal gentleman
and a tentacle specialist
the women they got the medicine
i come out of the settlements
a veteran specimen
a true cerebral spectacle
spreading mexican nebulas
with hopes of ongoing genesis
just all the evidence points
to a migratory bone heritage
and eloquent desolations
the sun a misshapen hole of white light
in a grey december sky

[WIREMAN]

winter in amerika
once again
tis the season
to lay down on
yee old freeway
holly jolly makin
babies like mollies
my friend says he wants
to leave the bfast table
on a good note
so we talk about fixin stars ....nice poem...like the jam plug

[the mingo]

yeah i left that in there because it began as a jam over on perpetual then became this