if we take what we can see —
the engines driving us mad,
lovers finally hating;
this fish in the market
staring upward into our minds;
flowers rotting, flies web-caught;
riots, roars of caged lions,
clowns in love with dollar bills,
nations moving people like pawns;
daylight thieves with beautiful
nighttime wives and wines;
the crowded jails,
the commonplace unemployed,
dying grass, 2-bit fires;
men old enough to love the grave.
These things, and others, in content
show life swinging on a rotten axis.
But they've left us a bit of music
and a spiked show in the corner,
a jigger of scotch, a blue necktie,
a small volume of poems by Rimbaud,
a horse running as if the devil were
twisting his tail
over bluegrass and screaming, and then,
love again
like a streetcar turning the corner
on time,
the city waiting,
the wine and the flowers,
the water walking across the lake
and summer and winter and summer and summer
and winter again.
thanks for keeping me in your thoughts, guys.
and it's ok, peach. times are tough. fortunately, she is still keeping pretty busy. bringing the money in.
take care.
Sorry man, I cant afford to hire your wife for sexual favors this week. Tough times.
By the way, heard about you getting aids and then giving it to your KIDS. Really gross, your a sick fuck
Soon.
Hey FAG, Happy AIDS awareness day. Sorry to hear about you getting AIDS. I have told you before, silly faggit....dicks are for chicks.
PS your wife/beard is a RANCID TWAT
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