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God's Special Nonsense Creation
... so screw those harbingers of doom on shellacked heels
moaning and lamenting over the dark and flirting
with true penance as convincing as a classified ad
from a
Sunday rag
get a lift, get a lift from the wholly men
who instruct
who de-construct
laughing at the accomplished id
spitting at the ego
('cept that which boils quintessence from the folly
of our lives)
squeeze out the pulp, discard all extraneous BS & live
live
live unruly through all the peculiar stats
accept the weather
in the end
build shelter- when
necessary
draw your own symbols
LIVE
unappreciated perhaps but evolving live
through the cruel math the algebra of the streets
kick open the phone box dial for help
articulate the real of what you can
fabricate the rest
(the rest is filler, figured in the rest of our lives,
figure it out):
negotiate the mind's exposure reeling in daft air
consider dirty looks from those stuck on the onramp
(a challenge)
from which you have just past without haste
to battle the elements and brave
the furious speeds of the serotonin highway
stuffed with oily curtains
of knowledge
that hide
so many of us from the wizard we wish upon
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