Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Monday, March 29, 2010

free will shaking in the hands of dry permanence
but for what, some silly passage ringing true
but no truer than anything else
gone to the shitter

reign rabbits, the misfortune of dead grass
who can find but green scraps to gnaw
in the middle
of 2:30 a.m.

civilisation is the mutant beast emerged from some shattered egg of primitive stability

and i am practically stable in this half-cooked-gooky-fucking-dirty-city

so i wander
the street drinking paper and moons
thinking loud thoughts to loons
tell the telephone poles they don' fit in 'round here no more

in case of madness
look back half-assed
at that paper machet
pregnancy
and tell me yr sorry
for pulling so slow
'cross them steel tracks for not much
but to see how the voodoo does reach
slow now, to scratch whats already been touched

shivering, limber

what hunches
watch o'er
peek out to say hello to the sun

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