Saturday, June 1, 2013

4435. DAMNED CANTANKEROUS CRONIES

DAMNED CANTANKEROUS CRONIES
Now the Yankees have fallen off the boat,
and the geisha girls are the only ones holding
the fans. Everywhere I go, it seems, the past
is falling forward and the present falls away.
Some kind of logic like that - I'll never learn
a thing. Learning to ride a bike, I think, is,
well, like learning to ride a bike. Once you
learn, you never forget?
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Now the guy in the hunter-jacket keeps
flipping his knife. The tree is already so
full of holes it's perforated and the air
runs through. I sit back, just waiting
for the time to come, when the Earth
will rise up, Gaiea herself, and slap
us right in the face.

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