I TAKE EXCHANGES
I have stars on my toes and I can fly like some wizard
Mercury messenger Greek God, fleet-footed warrior too.
Buy some gloves if you're going to touch me. I have
heard too much : Elliot Smith and Leonard Cohen
coalesced into that cozy tired pancake rant one
cannot stop listening to. I throw my textbooks
in the river of blood and watch them drown,
gurgling down as they sink in a scream.
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If not, bring it back on Wednesday - I'll consider
hearing you then, having to watch your oily, talking
face in one place with the highway streaming behind
you and some pecker-head running his lawnmower
double-speed down the grassy slope. See? Those
alone are the nasty things I understand.
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God of? God of what? War? Woden. Mercury.
Mix-up. Everything - polyglot contentious
system of dreadnought fighting men all
going down for the count. I take
exchanges, see.
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(A couple of things to learn: don't
worship the past. It never did
anything for you).
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