MAY 5, 2011 5:41PM

Beast Of Burden ...

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                hey strawberry girl
stand by the mission bell
ring your tiffany twisted logic
  in heaven or hell?  
here?
there?
where else?
 
  no big bang
   plenty of mystery meats
served at night, still you & me
restore faith stored in fruit baskets
no mangos,
plenty boiled bananas 
   orangutan peeled with steely knives
 
found in the passage to before
 on another world, on another planet
under my skin 
       stop 
    with you 
             happiness is sadness

 yet —
by order of the prophet
she bans that boogie sound
consecrates the google
     poops the pie
farts lawn darts
       on this other planet 
 
       and I can't join the party
oh! they really pack 'em in
   the new crowd dances
the old crowd blows bubbles
  together they buy
  doggie bags of dung wrapped in cellophane

waiting so long …
waiting so long …
waiting so long …

dig this chanting thing

waiting too long …
waiting too long …
waiting too long …
 
the wind changes direction
the sun shines
and people forget
                every time becomes long time
 
radio Caroline has static
                     strawberry girl blows raspberry kisses
  they do it to themsleves
so they say — 
 
coming up early in the morning
come in
come out
this magical mystery sputters like a moped 
                  on a road with holes inside manhattan 
                   that we walk for miles
 with no shoes 
 
but I can't go for that
no can do 
clocked into a time machine
                    too many teardrops to be cryin'
never to be laughing
so watch out now
my toes are ears
 
         cry ...
cry ... 
 
hey, c'mon,
  chase tomorrow
tonight, tonight 
   get it to the rafters
work together, get on the ball  
         palpitate progressive progress
 
or perhaps  
      fix the fucking problems!


 
 
 
os death 

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all the words are floating in the wind of missed connection, static and silence.
Is that dead spam in that graveyard?
You tell em Chuck
rated with hugs
your best yet.
love the new style.

if it IS new, i dunno.

sun teasing us today.
in and out ...

the wind changes direction
the sun shines
and people forget
every time becomes long time

is an interesting line.
where,how,when, why did you write it?
it is sticking in my head
The six digited freaks really enjoy my adorable cats. What will I do? What will I do? (Rated - for obscurity that is both clear and somewhat familiar.)
One of your most interesting...love that we can read our own meanings into it. "Fart darts"...love this!
you have your own unique style
the wind changes direction
the sun shines
and people forget
every time becomes long time
I meant to add that I loved this line...I stopped here and couldn't go on for a while...meets me right where I'm at...l
I get it, good stuff.
Yep! Very well written, Chuck. R
made me smile, mr. mustard. :)
I like the tags. Thinking about changing the song "Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover" to "Fifty Friends Who Have Left Open Salon."
R
Fart darts have such a piercing smell . . . .