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Long Knives
9/20/90
sometimes I wonder
if its you that’s
making me stupid
make me forget
where I put my
car keys
make me drive you
to all the way
to the beach, then
swim around and
go home without
even getting wet.
smarts
maybe its your
make my brains
run out my ears
make my gray
~~&~~ matter turn to
dry concrete,
my cerebralness
loose my long knife
again, nothing left
for to impale,
un out my ears
like a photograph of
my infancy
(I forget where I put
my keys)
Gooey knowledge
drip down my shoulders
stain my shirt
drip drops on my
shoes, I can’t find
my keys,
~~maybe its you~~
maybe its something
else, or maybe its
you.
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Blues for Gary
9/14/90
Gary sold his boa constrictor
for an ounce of speed,
said he carried his
guilt around with him,
everyday, in a brown
paper sack,
He tried to lose it,
but he could not,
tried to set it down
and walk away,
but he would find it
again.
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Getting High
9/12/90
They don’t have TP
in the Soviet Union,
only newspapers.
They don’t have a
Discotheque in Montana,
maybe only a marijuana
cigarette to pass around
the table in a beat
up old trailer.
They don’t have black
cappuccino in
Chinatown, only bitter
yellow tea, burns
the roof of mouth
red, but keeps up
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People are full of shit
6/3/91
Everybody is so full
of shit,
but I fear there’s nothing
we can do about it
why, I’m even so
full of shit, I shit
six times today,
and nothing you say,
gonna make me change,
and nothing I do gonna
make you change, I’m
afraid,
so ~~just~~ fuck off, anyway.