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They pull up to the curbside and he jumps out
to shake the hands in that familiar men’s
grasp/shake they do when saluting each other.
If that isn’t his daughter it should be, the one
sitting in his car, with her door wide open.
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The beer on the shore is
Lapping at the foam of memory
And I can’t sit still
Until I take my pill
Karma Wash, Hog Wash and Swill
I went to the top of the heap
At the bottom of the Hill
I saw a bum’s sign that read:
“Will eat dog food for
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They borrowed birds from the trees
And forced me to sing along with them
You could say they made my heart burn
But we all know some of that was fake
It was a direct route
From sleep walking
To sleep shopping
To this
I guess I lived a
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See the hair
Know the hair
Remove the hair
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There are lines//
across time, beyond the tug/
of elections and fashion,/
beyond the turbulence of history
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If you value your privacy Do not date a writer. If you have secrets Do not date a writer. If you want to sneak around Do not date a writer. If you want to lie your head off Do not date a writer. If you want to see &…
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Yes, I can imagine it now/
how we could each disappear completely/
connected only through memory's fault lines/
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I think I’m hearing Hitler’s boots
On a bunch of older coots
Running through the halls of power
Underneath the raving tower
I think I’m hearing Hitler’s boots
On a bunch of older coots
I’ve heard they’re selling a monarch’s coins
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You can forget about the Who’s Who
And the What’s What
What I really want to know is
How the heck the pain in my neck
Travelled all the way down to
My Ass, My Ass
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The light is always on in reality
The Gelatinous Mass is not something made up
By the Catholic Church
And even though a small deer may have come to the side of the road once
To lick the salt from your wounds
There will definitely be cheap fish
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I may have gone
A little soft in the brain
But I swear I still see it
The angel closes the rain
Even God has to refrain
From causing us pain
When the angel closes the rain
So the angel closes the rain
At the end of time
The angel mus
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But I can't help it./I am alive./Therefore, I die over/and over again/over nothing.
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And us, like a giant eye looking back, plotting
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They make you work
For your pizza in Italy
You have to slice it yourself
While wearing a gas mask
To ward off the cigarette smoke
From every neighboring table
While chasing away the
Mosquitos and the pigeons
The flies and the gypsy r
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