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Alice always could put on a smile that was well, non-commercial she tunes her father’s guitar git-tar he called it only thing left her she’s got a voice of flowers, prairie and high mountain flowers and she’s still herself singing like those flowers about a lost love, a might have been the man she thought she knew who had four kids and all within the sound of her words know she’s not making it up she didn’t know he had four kids it must have only seemed like heaven in bed, on the floor, on the blanket on the ground, in the easy chairs it must have only seemed like they were, as folk say, really getting on when he was around he was ready touched her like she something sacred like she was more special than ice cream blessings and every pretty and savory sight and touch in the Universe and who cares about anything else! He always had somewhere different to go He knew the nerves of pleasure I thought for once this relationship has potential I didn’t need fancy talk nor buttery words I could feel our love coming up at my face and everything lower from the leaf heavy forest earth sometimes her lyrics rhyme her music might want to make you drink even if you weren’t in a drinking place and not for lack of skill, the drinking is because of the skill We’ll have Alice back, sold 9 more cases than the next best thursday night I said now Alice you might have all them sudden bunch living and dying it but come on, you didn’t love these guys you sing about as much as you’d have us believe if you did, four kids wouldn’t have mattered nothing would have mattered your morality, codes of honor, religion, want to look at yourself in the mirror and see an honest person your devotion to a truth far greater than desire loyalty, fear, justice, nothing stops us. She said you have three kids She went to the stage and hit those strings harder harder, made them shoot colors of blue and gold made them tremble like mothers in dark fanes in the deepest part of the glowing cave no more no more guys with three or four kids no more guys who don’t want kids no more no more. I said to no body in particular Damn Alice you make everything sound like it was a mistake That the world wasn’t meant for people Couldn’t you sign about some guy you would want to see again? |
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You care about me, because you want think that you care You want me to understand like along practicing monk who has arrived to understand this is not an easy place my past practices are futile You wheel your chair around when I ask why is it not easy? Why? Why! You throw it back because we are gone before we come because youth is abused by the self until it is too old & weak to abuse it anymore because the color orange is no longer the beach ball sun bouncing around out there the color orange is no longer the hallucinogenic fruit of H. Bosch IT is now the agent of the newspaper of death WHY? why why like a wall of compassionate cynic derision because we drink beer when we should invent systems because we devour meat when we should think about soy beans because you want to make it & don’t say you don’t know what I’m talking about How long can you keep the golly shucks? You want to get elected to popular office? It doesn’t buy the first nail with me now you want to make it before you die The truth and transitory beauty isn’t enough for you Whether you have contributed, you judge but there is little change in the system of reward and punishment and there is so much self punishment Just because you figured your way through because you want something for nothing or have added up your nothings and come up with something You value yourself as an artist an exceptional someone who has touched the inner morsel the final fighting art of what they call ego You think you can give to knowledge happiness You posit you will earn with rarity and brilliance no matter your mood and mental state so go ahead render the soft wind attributes of an elegant heart approachable woman of your illusive victories in your conjurings canonize and come on for suffering pilgrims who all can make it superior and validate with the stuff of gold good fortune and every body has a chance to crack jokes and perorate and percolate your sophistries and suppositories of cosmic proportions go suck the hemorrhoids and boils of the big accounts go find some place honored and safe go feast on candied dung Say there was an Adam say there was an Eve and there existed an essential male and an essential female, well you wouldn’t being doing them any favors they die in the urinals of San Quentin they would rather die in the despot’s torture chamber go head pluck on your over rehearsed state of the art response guaranteed The man and the woman, the woman and the man, man man, woman woman, both have lost the pleasure of home The earth has become just a crash So go head on pull your classy goes down neat wine and dance to tunes that brainwash you into thinking you’ve earned a future The woman and the man are dying in laundromats screaming in kitchens of hell Some of them are down in coal mines Some of them have repressed all their memories You wanted to make a difference? Why? What Arrogance and Youth Worship You purport to win by losing? You would want to win? knowing your victory will only make things a little worse for this planet and its billions? Or are you still championing some Grand Old Cause |