4843. WE MUST COME TO TERMS

WE MUST COME TO TERMS

I am an aggravated man  -  with

varied levels to both my treacle and

venom. Either way you wish, it's yours.

Go for chance, and disappear, or  -  

no matter  -  stick around. From the

hand of my tongue, here is one thing I

surely believe  -  there is no truth without

authenticity. One cannot listen to 50-year-

old songs, my friend, and replicate the

times, nor the ethos. Be done with that.

You are not so hip.

-

The car-catcher is a cop, while the

cow-catcher catches cows on rail cars

of old across the American plains.

Understand we no longer fathom these

things, we are confused and we are 

adrift. Yet, because of all this, my head

 is somehow still full of illusion. I may 

marry these dates and times.