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Modern Times (another slide of Bob Dylan)


i love to watch soldiers

i love to watch soldiers undressing in the moonlit frost

whilst never leaving their god of albaster

their plumage of India nitrate and star village heroin

i love to watch sad soldiers clambering over the barrels of their feeling-guns

i love to watch soldiers carrying their elephants over my alps

with their vast genitalia

and how their eyes shine in a darkened mirror

how they can turn on a dime and write letters home a little too quickly

their Charles Mingus way of irrigating the countryside

i love warriors with hammers

and hunters with knives

i love the way they squeeze me into a tiny box of rainfall

as they carve out their nation of air

i love Tom Waits when he moans and groans and chuckles

i love the way their work is never finished





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