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Monday, April 30, 2012
i am just a lonely moocher
with no present past or future
and the windows watch me well
on the rainy street to hell
and my brain begins to hum
for a taste of opium
and its incandescent streams
of fervid fleeting dreams
i would sell my ragged soul
for the tenth part of a bowl
there's nowhere that i wouldn't slink
for just one more - one more drink
all you mandarins and missionaries
in your mansions museums and libraries
will you know a brighter final fate
than the stranger dragging past your gate?
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
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Thursday, February 23, 2012
1. sense escapes. the thing is left behind.
2. the former expansion of the essence surrounds the thing.
3. the expanded essence is the word.
4. a collision of expanded essences is an affair.
5. affairs are remembered.
6. what is remembered is an affair.
7. the escaped essence leaves the expansion behind, guarding the thing.
8. the thing growls menacingly at the expansion.
9. the escaped essence flies away, laughing.
10. laughter is an affair whose essence has escaped.
11. a thing whose essence has attempted to escape is a laughing matter.
12. but the essence of the thing, which is the thing itself, is no laughing matter.
13. an affair that is no laughing matter is a tough crowd.
14. the essence of the thing is a tough crowd.
15. a crowd with an escaped essence is tough.
Monday, January 30, 2012
when you're lost in the rain in a back road in tennessee
on christmas eve in nineteen forty-three
and you see a light in the trees just up ahead
and you wonder if you really wouldn't be better off dead
and you push through the broken general store screen door
the first thing you see is a leg sticking out on the floor
and pappy looks up with a smile in his whiskers white
and asks if it ain't just been one hell of a night
this young lady here came at me with a knife
it was all i could do to snuff out her miserable life
excuse me sir while i drag her carcass outdoors
as soon as i do my time is entirely yours
you know you were here before in another life
on the run with sheriff john brown's brand new young wife
yes you escaped that time - escaped too well
did you really think they forgot you down in hell?
your eyes adjust to the smoky dismal scene
lit by a single lamp of kerosene
there's a knife on the counter, a bible and a magazine
you take a step closer - and can't hold back a scream
it's her on the cover - so dead yet so alive
you left her in laredo in nineteen and thirty-five
and her face you've carried since in your shrinking soul
like an endlessly burning diamond - or piece of coal
the magazine falls from your hand to the sawdust floor
a sudden wind blows through the opening door
it's over now - you know you're finally beat
you hear pappy say, jeff, i've got someone here i'd like you to meet...