BRAVE MEN & WOMEN FORESTALL
THE ENDINGS OF LESS-BRAVE THINGS
It's a brain-bomb for sure; headed right for
where you live. The spiritualism of space/time
will bring you home. There's no dicing the red
tomato you hold.
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On 17th street, I once saw a jackal. Not a real
one, no, just some creep I knew from a band
called the Jackals. Half-junkies, and the other
half loud criminals with a penchant for assuming
they knew how to sing, and play guitars. Like
boxing, without a ring. 'I don't need to know
the ways and means; I just want to box.'
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If you remove all the rules and the lessons
for learning, the fools that be just always
assume they can do whatever they want.
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They used to linger like dust down by the
14th street westside piers. Just sacking around,
to see what they could steal or take from
others.
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