AT JUNCTION CORNER
This is wild country; this is crazy land.
I wanted nothing back, so gave as little as
I can. From serendipity to stupidity, most
any highway runs you there. Storefronts
closed by the mescaline police - gerrymandered
outposts of sadness and grief, an outlook of
dismay. The Civil War era opera hall yet
stands, oblique to its corner like any
angle on a stage of bamboo.
Catcalls from the fat halls.
-
Wham-bam gesture Sam,
acolytes in LaLa Land.
Hear the roaring crowd
explode. All applaud
this lonesome load.
-
This is will country; this is crazy land.
This is wild country; this is crazy land.
I wanted nothing back, so gave as little as
I can. From serendipity to stupidity, most
any highway runs you there. Storefronts
closed by the mescaline police - gerrymandered
outposts of sadness and grief, an outlook of
dismay. The Civil War era opera hall yet
stands, oblique to its corner like any
angle on a stage of bamboo.
Catcalls from the fat halls.
-
Wham-bam gesture Sam,
acolytes in LaLa Land.
Hear the roaring crowd
explode. All applaud
this lonesome load.
-
This is will country; this is crazy land.
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