Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Monday, December 19, 2011

out, in, to space!

sleak, sinking feeling of omniparanoia
wretched ratchets hacking at baking racks
an internal myth, addressed, shipped & packed
the end of the end of the end of the endoscopic research
and all the knees that hurt
the one two three four lines in the floor
the fortunate feeling of no-being, no-more
quoth the pigeon, in sloppy disgust
a world without chaos, a world without trust
a friend calls it joy, a friend calls it faith
facepainting mistakes allover the place
tasting the faintest most quaint typa stake
right into the infinite, out into space

out, in, to space
out
in
to space
out
in
to space
out out
into space
out in
in
to space

this iSn't a race
to forego the path, to forget the waste or forgive in haste
quit eating the paste and sniffing the glue
i'm not talking to him, i'm talking to you
holed up in bars, hold up yer role
hold up yer hands, show what they stole
know what you know
i'm just here to make friends
the ones who do dances nd burn they ends
let's hold up banks til we in depends
til then, once again,
"um, no officer, i don't know that man"

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