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and it don't stop, and it don't stop, and it don't stop...



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Brother Joe

...............................for Joe Strummer

you take my heart and bounce it on the floor

you take my legs and push them out the door

you wrote just what you thought, and more

you didn't buy your soul inside a store

Joe Strummer, where the ocean meets the shore

beery boys, and the war on war

a virgin in a whorehouse

the working class, on tour

red banner of every color now unfurled

a citizen of time, and of the world

a virgin in a whorehouse

the working class, on tour

you stand firm, where others choose to fall

modesty incarnate, full of balls

you're busy kicking bricks from the wall

brain and heart striding in one place

the future unwritten, written on your face

redemption song of the human race

so undefeated, and once again, for sure

the bosses and the cops are hitting the poor

Tom Joad, Joe, Johnny Appleseed

they might pass by you, in your hour of need

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Friends Are Asteroid Bracelets.

Lover's antlers, ambiguous doctor, wheatfield of frogs, ink-splattered roses, terrified rabbits, test-tube weeping of
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syrupy assassins
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hiccuping into the barn. Molten reunions.
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lavender straws and treacheous pages
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the jester's boombox of stars and lilies

agnostic pick me ups, honey's conundrum, the cure for what fails you
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Arthur's ring.
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Ink-stained heartling, terrified sugar-cubes in the lake
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random neighbors, a tower in the desert, Havana harness melting into the future
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parsnips aflame.
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asisine prussian pillow-fights of tranquilised sturgeons
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dangerous liasons, sword-pike-gold mine, holding tightly to the harvest. Venal butter, dog-collar of pages
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turbulent blue shadow, violent neighbors, strong ankles, pick-ups in the yard
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dragooned debt, highwaymen fleeing the circus of particulars, of lingeried sand-castles and pasteurised dumplings

a soap-box for apes. prancing Sodom's highway

the underwater school of shadowy furnaces, coal-mineerwter scool of shadowy furnaces, coal-xsvfddmdine x
mine, when I awake



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We Don't Know!


Some turn water into wine
we could turn pigs into real swine
we could barbeque the SPD
every Mayday, burgers free!

we could turn the desert brightest green
we could use the air and leave it clean
we could even say just what we mean
we could turn our lives into our dreams
we don't know what we could do!

we could turn the prisons into schools
we could all fess up as crazy fools
we could all refuse to just be mules
we could all say no to the bosses' rules
we don't know what we could do!

we could forgive our dads for being dads
we could love their faults and still be glad
that we're alive, hey Dad, thanks
for having sex instead of wanks!
we don't know what we could do!

we could go knock down the Texas wall
say Hi to the family, one and all
we could stop these goddam deportations
reach out with love, without hesitation
we don't know what we could do!

we could turn our lovers into wild beasts
rampaging now beneath our sheets
inside a home that's ours rent-free
when we abolish private property
we don't know what we could do!

we don't know what we could do

some turn water into wine
we could turn pigs into real swine
barbeque the SPD
every MayDay, burgers free

we could turn the deserts brightest green
we could use the air and leave it clean
we could even say just what we mean
we could turn our lives into our dreams
we don't know what we could do!

we don't know what we could do.
but we are many, and the rich are few

we don't know what we could do!




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I am salt in your vagina, island -- I am your gasworks, crawling with love...I have invented my own language, I have killed myself off... I am your hope ireland, I am several years ahead of you... There ought to be a law! Yeah, there ought to be a law ... against pickled tulips, & the radiator's padlock, against cloakrooms, against a man walking past with a dozen keys poking out of his eyes, against old-fashioned NEED, against golden ampitheaters, you ARE my grove!
Vomit sky! Lavender toes, on a quail...

But oh how our bodies were wings

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Flying in and out of each other

birds of a feather flock together,

inside, below, inclement weather

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There he goes, Johnny Appleseed

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He might pass by you, in your hour of need

Alone like Alice

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Inventing life

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Spying

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Eyes like cameras....,,,,lonnng fingers.

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..................................................................Luncheon-meet




.............................................................................the expansive ambition of cactus

..................................................................baby-pollen

When the only anchor is soap

queen's soldier falls

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My glove she weeps like pirates, without ice-cream or pilates

sudden spray she's hateful, but she's blue like ice-filled choirs

flatulence made of cobwebs,

graveyards enjoy one another,

my garden-rake won't shudder, my pinto or my

steel-soft brother

in the dance of lance-edification, people undulate in certain parts of Birmingham

my shove prates, she's not a spoon-slide phoney

(or a celly, when I can't

smell her)

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stair nose

un-glue orchid-aim

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fingers in peanut sauce stutter

tinted deciduous arrow flutters

my smothered angle dangles, from your yes...... like a spring or a grail

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plastic glove

..................................................................................Fishing the river in back star

..................................................................................Arms pulled up by a passing cloud

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the world is not very big

Oh my sweet, say no more of the

journey we must take

you are my journey

sponge sky, between rouged and buddhist lips

These are by Arnie Pihl, Seattle