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Small Town Kids

[verse] Factory came, factory left useless walls, leaky roofs, people waiting for false heyday to return raining money or just something to keep the kids here. [chorus] The kids went to the county fair, to the state line, to the … Continue reading

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Nineteen Sixty Nine

I worked in stores selling sandwiches and sweets. I wrote like a teenager about deep abstractions, learning about music and kissing and protest, my imaginations dwarfing my actions. There will never be another time like nineteen sixty nine. Every person … Continue reading

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The Pyramid

We sit upon our chair and sit upon it wrong legs over the arms or tipping it backward sitting on our chair breaking it apart. The american is a wanter from morning til evening dreaming about wanting instead of doing … Continue reading

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Americans Drowning

  We are Americans. We are drowning in thick and formulaic mystery-novel jargon. In this country, in this part of the country, it’s a night dark as night. It’s neither upward spring nor downward fall our shoulders are strong from … Continue reading

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City of Jazz

  City of jazz city of bucks needing each other they will not sit down to family dinner together no time like the timeless. Twelve bars of uptown and sixteen down. Hand swollen hand manicured one gold-banded one pinky-ringed two … Continue reading

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(America’s) Rash of Genius

[A] America with a rash of genius, high on pills running through the hills gives names to all of the stars then tries to shoot them down [B] A land where all the right words make noise, make noise hand … Continue reading

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One Nation Indescribable

Here is how politics works the candidate is opposed to the present then when elected blocks the future then they retire on fat pensions writing memoirs that castrate the past. Driving in clouds of strychnine both in front of and … Continue reading

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