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2010-01-30
I heard this riding the bus at noon,
a city spring, florid with blooming gray lightposts
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the system is corrupt and everyone knows it
things are going to get worse before they get better.
I heard these words from the drunk at the edge of the barstool:
Have I not reason to lament what man has made man?
we don’t re-use our souls
so often as we should
we do not recycle our souls
so often as we should
our souls new with each waking.
I speak of soul because I am yet young and dumb enough to believe it still exists and I want to wrench myself upon it:
gentle thing
lazier than a hound with a limp
or a road in desert summer heat.
I almost thought we lost it
at the table
to the shit gamble of industry
and death
But we got it back
we are getting it all back
we are taking it all back.
Driving I heard these words tapped out on the hood of my car by the rain in three different ways:
GIVE: the love: smear it like stars dripping like jelly
as if it was not yrs to give.
LIFE: is yours and not yours: it hangs by a thread from the moon to you.
have sympathy in yr control:
the you will slide away.
you will slide away
you will never see yr name in lights.