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Modern Times (another slide of Bob Dylan)
i love to watch soldiers
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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2 comments:
Nation of air, ha ha. Sad, in't it? Those alabaster lads with weapons more feeling than they are.
Fabulous work. It made my foxhole feel colder than usual.
Tom waits for no man.
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