Sunday, December 28, 2014

6185. EMPTY MAN BLUES

EMPTY MAN BLUES
I remain the empty man with a bugger in
his shoes. I've got eyes for a handle, and
these empty man blues. Everywhere I turn,
there are others in a line  -  if they're not busy
talking, they're busy with crying. 
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The salami-loaf breadman falls down the
stairs  -  his mantle's in the ketchup, yet he
does what he dares. The last man running
has ten pound shoes, and he keeps on in
place, paying those dues. I've got eyes for
a handle, and these empty man blues.
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Send me a signal  -  all those Voyager things:
the man and the woman etched on glass, the
Beethoven sonata, Numbers and digits for the 
to see, that series of twos. I've got eyes for
handle, and those empty man blues.

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