WICHITA VORTEX SUTRA
ALL OVER AGAIN?
O bury My heart On the Lone praiRie.
Where it's all supposed to ellipse a
rhyme : like a mental flag Flyin'!
These are new tattle-tales : Pants
down and tongues wagging. Running
still As they Will : Iraq Iran and
Afghanistan. And what are we to
do? Please take that sombrero
to bed with you.
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I once saw Errol Flynn in a Chevy
Corvair : the top was down and the
Wind was Blowing his Hair. He didn't
care. Just Another Hollywood asshole
there. Then he was killed in the Los
Angeles Fair. He played Seconds on
the ice box juke box grind wheel.
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Then the President came by too.
'Let's talk Syria, I said. What are
we gonna' do?' He looked pretty
wild to me, But he Made A Lot of
sense : 'We're going to bomb those
sand-devils right to Hell, them and
their Mexican cooks. All bad. Evil.
This will be great. Absolutely!
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I took it all in Stride. Crossing still
another river in this hideous rental car.
Heading east past Pittsburgh. It's not
too far. The steel for the bridges we
pass, the same steel that bridges every
gulf. Do I Have to Ask again? William
Zantzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll.
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