6815. PAROCHIAL

PAROCHIAL

(13 feet above sea level)
I keep forgetting. I keep forgetting. I live

in a town of more losers now, where the

tough stay tough and the weak get going.

All parochial concerns by small men in

shiny hats begging quarters at corner lights,

while their painted ladies wait in cars.

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It's a place where everything is self-generated,

and the only concerns are the things of here : the

waters which course through these rivers and

streams come from nowhere else but here  -  and

go nowhere else but here either. A dredge-pond

wherein everything sinks. I keep forgetting.

Nothing that happens anywhere else will

ever be bothering us.

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It's about not asking for whom the bell tolls, for

it tolls for thee  -  you know that one; the rabbit

in the ass, with those big ears sticking out, the

little chubby guys worried about nothing but the

mite in their barbecue-eye. And you must remember

this : 'we're weak, and we're little, yeah, but 

we take care of our own.'