GIVE ME THE WORKS
They both lack any education,
coasting along on nothing, like
Hell in the hole. I don't know
what I ever expected. You can't
get blood from a turnip, I think
that's what's said. Like the zen guy
and the hot dog vendor : 'Make
me one with everything,' it
means more than just mustard
and kraut. No one wakes up
one morning with all that fine
tuning at the ready. No one. It
takes tinkering and reading and
finding and digging. Not a quick
weekend run-off to fun, more a
slog through the slow swamps of
thought and decision. You can't
teach the eye how to see.
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