DOING MY OWN TRIAGE
(long, long journey into the bicameral night)
Little Red Riding Hood meets an insufferable John,
relinguishing all rights and the camera plays on. Let me
sort these million thoughts before I pass along. I sent a
note, just tonight, to an old friend now living alone.
His wife is dead, and I feel sad. But, for the moment, that's a
sidebar here. I cannot hear anymore, or withstand what I do
hear : the lame things people say always wind up costing me.
I saw old General at bay, his small force was now completely
hemmed in. I have so much more to say, and they run
the - what - Belmont on Saturday? At the bottom of
note, just tonight, to an old friend now living alone.
His wife is dead, and I feel sad. But, for the moment, that's a
sidebar here. I cannot hear anymore, or withstand what I do
hear : the lame things people say always wind up costing me.
I saw old General at bay, his small force was now completely
hemmed in. I have so much more to say, and they run
the - what - Belmont on Saturday? At the bottom of
the dump there's some sort of bugle. A sea of sexual sheets
draped on a black steel rod. Isn't that alone scary enough?
So I did my exit at Newark - just as I was told.
Now it's all slated for demolition.
draped on a black steel rod. Isn't that alone scary enough?
So I did my exit at Newark - just as I was told.
Now it's all slated for demolition.
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It's only good if you like it, and it lasts
until I pass these western skies.
until I pass these western skies.
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