waste

Re-deployment day is what it was and is
they said
so get into
the box
yeah
we said
get into
it
Well what
if I don't want to?
Well, we feel that you
should
and if not
Then we'll suck your
eyes out
And rape your
mind
And send your
ass
To the water
mines

The water mines?
The water mines?
This earth was once so green and cheer
A cerulean pearl
Petrarch knew that and so
did Manet
But now we give you
a nightmare
saltmarsh
dream of ancient Egypt
People turning into beasts
doghead beasts
Beasts turning into people
into your rulers
and now
the smell of shit
your own shit

zap goes the lightning
and you're back sitting in traffic
the person driving by
on the other side like a bug
made out of dough
and that is
what you look like to them
if they were looking
or if they were

alive

of the blood flag red

His name was Lucius Cole
And he watched the bombs drop
And he watched the bodies drop

Standing there in the farmhouse fires' glow
He knew he had to go
to Washington

So he rode a bike
And he rode in the sick's cars
And he rode in the dead train among the corpses
And from the farmhouse few living
He borrowed horses

He saw Abe Lincoln in the faces
And in the sky flames and dead roses

Lucius Cole of the blood flag red

Now and forever

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folk songs

A cold dark time
You feel the thunder rising in the sky
The lightning burns green
What could it mean?
Could it mean
that the king has died?
Could it mean
that the Internet
has died?

They cut their throats on the plane.
The bodies rained down
Burning
Smoking
9 months of rain
And 9 more again

I was underground in their jails,
I watched it happen on TV.

I said to the convicts around me,
wraiths
Will you follow me

I can't be killed

***

 
if I
had another care
another chance
for change
I'd call this page Raw
and another Song
and another Age
and maybe so
so maybe
I will
because the easiest thing
in the world
is to send these
missives
along
these songs
are invocation:

Mott Cromby lives

It must

folk song

A cold dark time
You feel the thunder rising in the sky
The lightning burns green
What could it mean?
Could it mean
that the king has died?
Could it mean
that the Internet
has died?

They cut their throats on the plane.
The bodies rained down
Burning
Smoking
9 months of rain
And 9 more again

I was underground in their jails,
I watched it happen on TV.

I said to the convicts around me,
wraiths
Will you follow me

I can't be killed

But then they did me too
Oh they did me too

Invocation

if I
had another care
another chance
for change
I'd call this page Raw
and another Song
and another Age
and maybe so
so maybe
I will
because the easiest thing
in the world
is to send these
missives
along
these songs
are invocation:

Mott Cromby lives

It must

did I

play it
on a cloudy
Strat
called Patience
you know I did

write it in
a fast
notebook
feeling
my head in
the turning page

you know I did