Subject: art by the ton one ton minimum
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when last heard from our intrepid traveler was lying in the gutter madison
avenue in the capitol city of the greatest state in the greatest country in
the world
-The Dump-
culls of my civilization upon the waters
a quick glacier broken at the shore
bergs of hope tumbling toward the horizon
dropping off like tired children
slaves pull at the oars
the ship is sinking
slaves pull at the oars
against the wind toward the east
a dream of a cool land beyond hope and misery
-And The Blue Lightning-
like the pale eyes of the killer
stared down a dangerous gun
before a chance to flinch
lightning to the heart of the sun
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a cold flame that rises and dies
cooling the victim of large caliber
larger than the blue steel heart
that beats the chest of night
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jets of spring water airborne
from way beyond the horizon
in the sinking west haunting
an evening left well behind
-Old Chrome-
rust and the broken mirror of old chrome
handlebars in the basement corner kept
dust and darkness company with tales
of adventure, accidents and exotic travels
-Blue Eyes-
immediate opening:
saint patrick
one hundred snake experience necessary
must stomp snakes 'til their eyes turn blue
salary:eternal bliss
on bus line
-Yurts In Spurts-
in my broadloom bungalo by the watering hole
beneath a furtive glance and a yak skin stole
a ruby naveled maiden with a fig like mouth....
he had come across the desert on a dromedary boat
but didn't know a camel from a camel hair coat
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