hey out there and hello again...black-cloud clarity and liquorice lies...sugar shine my shoes...sugar take my blues...and make me make them be of use...own them unlike the life I lease...stand up, fight, and die for peace...watch me watch the world slip by--two hundred channels at a time...put 'em down on paper for someone else...put 'em down
forever...sunset on my face...smoke streaked skies burning my eyes...fuck this place...take me home to somewhere sane...that has compassion's pulse: one, two, three, and four years more...can you remember what we did this for?...not me or you or the kids or the crew...but the double stitched, navy-blue sympathy and starched collar cry that told us why...why we had to hold our heads...high up on that hill...but still, the city burns...and turns my mind to ashes...
fly away...make it true...two by two thousand times...remember each between the lines...getting dark as the dismal day...weary shadows stretch our way...and that holocaust heap, uneasy, rests on our feet...uncountable, ground down, Al Hillah on high...or at least nearby...even to an average guy...almost done with what's on my mind...shrinking sun explodes...supernova soul on these desolate roads...unknow...unknow...let go...no......it's not dark yet...but...
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This reminds me of the death of a friend of mine. I hadn't seen him in forever, and then he was suddenly gone. I think about this everytime I think about my cousin too. You're profound, and you put so much into your writing. You're right it is "unfinished".
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will be live
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