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Holy Moses
Centre me
In bearded prophet's
Gravity
...

Let's peer into the junkie
Hook a receiver to his brain
Not some feeble flop house flunky
Someone addicted to the pain
...

Open up my head again and
See it on the evening news
Hinckley shot that president
In a pair of Nike running shoes
...

Seems to me I'm wading into waters
Once un-traveled
Don't know why
Down a long and ancient river
...

At home on the edge of a distant highway
The stars fill my windows for eyes
Imagination here beside me
I'm not alone
...

Together we chase the sun
Through pools of din
And the half-light of our awakening
Of our wanting;
...

Sitting on a pauper's bench
Last Sunday afternoon
I can never get to heaven
If the cuckold crows too soon
...

Shhhh. Can you hear it?

Spinning all around us
Regaling and astounding thus
...

Early morning
Cup of coffee
Peeling back the rind
I see faces
...

Sunny Boy
Play that guitar
It'll all be clear
In the morning
...

Whispers
Somewhere in the recess of my mind
Is a place I know I've been before
And will be again
...

Comin' on like an itch
I gonna, an itch I'm gonna
Have to scratch it
Wanna be like a safety net
...

Red rover, rover
Call your body over
From the far side
Out of mind
...

I've been thinking and I think it's outrageous
State of mind's sinking and I think it's contagious
Poor boy's overcoat's taking on water
Hook, line, decline
...

I found myself a spider
In a barroom sat beside her
She said,
'Man you need a hand
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The Best Poem Of Steven Webster

Old Man River

Holy Moses
Centre me
In bearded prophet's
Gravity
Make clear the vague
Illusion
By some tolling of the bell
—Confusion—
Rings into my conscious thinking
From somewhere darkness
Deep is drinking

It's time good children were in bed
When voices whisper in their heads

Old man river
Come to me

Skin split open
Let it bleed
And taste the salty desert
Heed the ebb
Of mind's distraction
Of corpses coursing -
Sound the dirge!
In fractions
Separate the moving
Pictures
Of desert dust clouds'
Twisting mixtures

It's time good children were in bed
When voices whisper in their head

Old man river
Come to me

Hey you that shadowy like figure on the far side of the shore
Oh, my god, I realize it's me
Hey you reaching out with hands longing, nervous that the mirror might disappear
And take with it everything that's me

Old man river
Come to me
Flow through my
Wanting liberty
Make good lands
Parched and fallow
Release this raft
From dusty shallows
And shake it clear
My heart's intention
Your ever-wending
Intervention

It's time good children were in bed
When voices whisper in their head

Old man river

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