I walked out into the stoned streets of night
The silence curing turmoil and ache
Some temporary car drove by in nothing flat
The only laughs were streetpost lamps
...
The American Balloons
sit scribbling Castro
into 1940's renaissance holocausts
and nuclear carpet paths to
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Summer, ah summer
Sun beams through the veiny leaves
Tickling my stomach like a father
Lying upon bugmudded grounds amidst
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Oh, to be a fish
I'd like to see the world
Underwater, ocean
Through the eyes of a fish
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Someday I'll live in the city
In a nice house in a house row
With a wooden floor and
some walls half brick, half white
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Circle of meaninglessness
The budapest strategy
Wreak of human decency
Unpredictable airs
...
Hated days of inanimate beauty,
serpentine drunkenness clouding all soul and emotion
I wish more than anything,
Wish for guts, wish for glory
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I'm not going to Ireland with all my friends
Unless they pay for my ticket, I'm not going
They all want to go, it's first on their list
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Give me all hope -
Every sun, moon and star
Give me the wrath of Poseidon,
Give the goddess of the grass my wishes
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Gleaming
I walked out into the stoned streets of night
The silence curing turmoil and ache
Some temporary car drove by in nothing flat
The only laughs were streetpost lamps
Chilling as I walked in community primitive caverns
The trees making a sound and I calling back to them
The night sky, in constant fluid motion,
Recorded my echoes as I reviewed its own regurgitated clashes
My decieved eyes planting tricks in the corners of my lens
A goddess, a naked lone soul, wandered after me to hear
The occasional jet flying overhead
Gleaming in the beams of the moon