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Poem 6Icarus fell here (pointing north near the commerce building) quoting Byron & James Dean while on the five. Spectators arrived cross-armed and half-hoping for a laugh, like the boxcar prophet or the GI at Tet, counting down till the fireworks explode. And here the finale, he was Art for just a moment.Poem 6


auld lang syne"Are you not weary of ardent ways? Tell no more of enchanted days..."auld lang syne
In 1989 before I loved the rain: drip-pit-patting impatient beauty for untamed america (who maybe loved me once)
lost in that underground carving pinocchioan spirits from innocence, poetry, buddha upon stones that sink like all epitaphs
now found skipping memories for the laugh now gone sailing north into stars -can't be wrong whistling familiar songs of experience (I pray)
"Are you not weary of ardent ways? Te
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she's living, she's golden
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"Remember: King Kong died for your sins."
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she's living, she's golden
he-he
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my password is T U O
The avatar is Captain Beefheart.
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"Remember: King Kong died for your sins."
And is the first Velvets album really your favorite? Have you listend to White Heat/White Light?
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Not you, Hemi.
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Actually it's darkness. I don't know what I'm scared of.
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~For what, we ask, is life without a touch of Poetry in it?~
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