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Tuesday, July 15, 2003
FOURTEEN FOURTY-TWO
Jot it down & you can pick 'em apart
stream thru your veins
and straight thru your heart
right from the start
and end it again
call love your enemy
and call love your friend...
the bloodhound caught the fox
had the keys to unlock it
steps in loves shit
and picks your holy pocket
slips out of freestyle into a mile a minute
lead foot floored on the fucking gas
too much into it...
hit to pass the next one charges forward fast
stillness in this and what comes first and last?
not what you wanted, painted pretty pictures
stories to suit our needs no bellyache mixtures
the social feed on the flow as we know
and go on nothing we've seen or have known
something has spun a dream into being
I can feel our change growing
and the blind in do seeing
new life planting seeds in new grounds
lay to rest your very best things down
around this moment now you see
whatever you want--a storm at sea
stewed, brewed and churned
recipes from all our stories~
ready as you will ever be
anything in all of everything
"What?" and again they ask ,
"what?" drinking questions
drunk from the flask
conclusions like doorways to seperate rooms
windowed points of view
swept up by brooms
come up what must
the vaccume; a dusts doom
Oops, there you go again--
speaking too soon.
posted by Milli
at 7/15/2003 06:12:00 PM
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