Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Monday, November 23, 2009

That'll be the day.

cave///mountains of human faces

strange encounters within brick realms.

faces///humans///mountains of

and
the extrenousness of government becomes apparent as they mumble along bumbling-footed to work and work and work and drink and drink and drink and throw up.

desperate///disparate handstyle codes in invisible ink across lifetimes spell this shit to me,
or, that is, basically
not so apparent, but god you hafta look, like, at, this,
the backporch of human history eroding at our will, beck, and call,
now too,
that fucker burning up in some indescribable mass yearning for the near ultimate stuff are we,
all lonely
stripped away
and threadbare
from hella layers flame
flame too being the thing where the soot builds clay.

BLUES
BLUES
BLUESKIES
(&) MAN GODDAMN
(&) DOG, WHATMAN?

and
that'll be the day
and that'll be the day
that I die.

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