i like 59 the way that black and white lasts
while perfect color fades away: blood to paste.

i dig myself a hole in gotham
and lay sublime in the skirt of my grave:
a feminine unfolding of earth.

i loved that tall old man
i loved that tall old man
who wandered into the city of St. John
kicking his junk every day.
we wore black hats and stared at our feet
the dessicates of form, shake it.

the dead congratulate you.

this is where i talk about insinuation:
the music that insinuated the slow china curl
the spine and spiral of the dark

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words and image by mjs

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If you’ll only look around, you’ll see what must be changed
But over there in Barrytown, they see things kinda strange
Please know you’re not my enemy
Just wish he’d speak reality
And though you’d like some company
I’m standing by myself
(If he’s the nominee, I’ll help)

Although I’m from the prairie, I don’t live in Barrytown

Don’t believe I’m taken in by stories I have heard
I just read Correntewire and swear by every word
And don’t think I’m for Hillary
Or draining a distillery
But I have had my fill, you see
Of looking ’cross the aisle
At that date-rapist’s smile

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